Page 20 of Broken Minds

“Well, you’d better hope he comes back, ’cause I’m not going to make any promises about what I would be forced to do with you if he doesn’t.”

And with that, she turned and stalked away, flashing her keycard against the control pad and then vanishing inside the elevator.

I stood, watching her go, and then sank down onto the edge of the bed, my hand at my mouth. Hayden had spotted the boat and was swimming out to it. Was that safe? How far out would it be? He was clearly a strong swimmer because he’d managed to swim from it the first time, and during the storm as well, but I couldn’t imagine how far out the boat would have drifted by now.

My stomach curdled. What if he didn’t make it, and I was stuck here with Loretta? She might be half his size and twice his age, but I feared her more than I feared him. Hayden and I had a strange kind of connection, and I knew he felt it, too, but with Loretta there was nothing but hate. Without Hayden to act as a buffer between us, I was genuinely frightened of what she might do.

It dawned on me that I was frightened for Hayden’s safety as well. I wanted to hate the man, and I guessed I did in a way, but I also felt as though I was starting to understand him. I didn’t want him to drown out in the ocean. If that happened, I’d never see him again.

The memory of us having sex was never far from my mind. Was it just because of our situation that the sex had been so incredibly hot? My head told me it was bad, it was taboo, forbidden, and maybe that was why I craved it so much. I’d never had a man give me an orgasm like that before, and I wanted more. I knew I shouldn’t, but just thinking of him caused heat to condense in my pussy and for me to grow wet, my nipples hardening. He’d taken me, and now it felt like he owned me, at least physically.

Loretta had brought me a sandwich and a bottle of water, but even though I hadn’t eaten for something approaching twenty-four hours now, I found my stomach was too tightly knotted to bring myself to consume the food. Instead, I went back to pacing the room, my fist pressed to my mouth with worry.

The elevator whirred, and I turned toward it, my eyes wide and unblinking as I waited for it to descend. I didn’t want to see Loretta again, and I was terrified that if she came back down here it would be with bad news.

But the doors opened, and Hayden stepped out.

“Oh, thank God.”

Unthinking, caught in my relief, I threw myself forward. My hands were still cuffed, or I would have thrown them around his neck, but instead I just kind of slammed myself against his chest. He was warm and solid and smelled incredible, and, after a moment of surprise, he wrapped his arms around me and held me tight.

We stood that way for a moment, me drinking in his presence, so relieved to have him back. I closed my eyes and pressed my nose against the soft material of his shirt. His hands spanned my back, holding me close, and his head ducked down, his face pressed to my crown.

“I was terrified you weren’t going to come back. Loretta told me you’d swam for the boat. I thought you might have drowned, and then—” My voice broke and my eyes filled with tears. I hadn’t expected to have that reaction.

“Shush, I’m here, I’m safe.” His voice was surprisingly soft, reassuring, calming. He stroked my cheek then lifted my chin to bring my gaze to his. “I’m fine, Jolie. Everything is okay.”

He ducked his head and kissed me.

I sucked in a breath of surprise, but then my body took over and I kissed him back. Hungry, desperate. I’d wanted this the whole time he’d been gone. My entire body craved another hit of what he’d given me. I pushed myself up harder against him, wanting more. His hands moved lower, grabbing my ass and wrenching me to him. My cuffed wrists were squashed between us, and I wished I could separate my hands, if only to touch him more. His erection pressed hard into my stomach, and I knew he’d had the same reaction at seeing me again.

This was a bad idea. I shouldn’t want this. Shouldn’t need this. But pure animalistic desire had taken hold of me, and I couldn’t control it. I didn’t care about what had happened, and I no longer had any careful plan formulated about how to manipulate him to win my freedom. All I wanted was for him to fill every single part of me.

I broke the kiss and sank to my knees in front of him, eagerly working his zipper. I slipped my hand inside his pants and my fingers met with hot, silky, hardness. Eagerly I pulled him out, and his erection sprang into the space between us. I parted my lips to take him into my mouth, but suddenly he fisted my hair and yanked my head away, forcing my chin to lift so I looked up at him.

“No pencils this time, Jolie,” he warned, his green eyes glittering. “No games. I mean it.”

I shook my head. “No games, I swear.”

He released his hold on my hair, but only by a fraction, easing up just enough for me to move. “Good girl.”

I leaned forward again, wanting to taste him. I swiped my tongue across the tip of his cock, and his hips jerked forward. I circled his cock with my mouth and then swirled my tongue all around him, like I was licking the top of an ice cream.

“Jesus Christ,” he hissed above me. I took that as a good sign. Sucking his cock aroused me, and I squeezed my thighs together, sending an extra rush of pleasure through my core. I wanted him so badly, but for the moment I wanted to give him pleasure in return.

I slid down his length as deep as I could then pulled back again. His hand tightened in my hair and his hips bucked, pushing farther into my throat. I gagged around him, but didn’t let that stop me, moving deeper and faster, even while tears sprang from the corners of my eyes. Above me, his breathing grew ragged, and I pushed my hand between his legs to cup his balls and try to slow him down.

I released his cock from my mouth, not wanting him to come yet.

“I want you,” I said, gazing up at him. “Fuck me.”

He yanked me to my feet by my hair and shoved me toward the bed. Spinning me around, I landed with my hands on the bed to support myself, my ass pushed out toward him. I only wore yoga pants, so there was no belt or button to fiddle with. Instead, he just yanked my clothing down, together with my panties, leaving me naked from the waist down. I had no shoes, so I just kicked the pants away. He pulled my top up and over my head, but the handcuffs meant he was unable to take it off fully. Frustrated at his inability to get me fully naked, he took hold of the shirt at the bottom and tore it right up the back, so it fell from my body in rags.

“Fucking hell, Jolie,” he panted from behind me. “This is insane.”

“Stop talking, just screw me.”

He moved in behind me. I was already wet, and when the head of his cock pushed against my slit, there wasn’t much resistance. He let out a groan, one of his hands against my tailbone, as he slid in deep. My eyes rolled with bliss at the friction of him sliding between my folds and deep through my channel. When he was seated inside me, every inch of him, right down to the root, he gave an extra thrust as though trying to get even deeper.

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