Page 34 of Prey

I pull my hand away, frustrated. This isn’t me. I don’t get hung up on men, especially not men who kidnap me and keep me in underground cells. But something about him has gotten under my skin worse than any drug.

Maybe it’s the isolation making me crazy. Nothing to do but count food deliveries and think about the man behind the mask.

The door opens, and there he is, like I conjured him with my desperate thoughts. But something’s different. No food tray. He never comes without food.

His tactical gear looks rumpled, like he threw it on in a hurry. His eyes above the mask burn with an unhinged quality.

“What are you trying to do?” he asks.

I sit up straighter on the cot, sheet pooling around my naked hips. “What do you mean?”

He slams the door behind him, the sound echoing like a gunshot. “Fucking calling my name in your sleep.” He takes two steps closer, hands clenched at his sides. “Every goddamn night.Nikolai. Over and over. I can’t fucking sleep, just lie there watching you with my dick as hard as a rock.”

My heart kicks up, but not from fear. This is it—the crack in his control I’ve been waiting for.

“Then why keep denying ourselves what we want?”

He goes completely still. Even through the mask, I can tell jaw is working by the way his temples flex.

I let the sheet fall away, watching his eyes track down my body. “I can’t help it. You’re haunting my dreams.” My voice drops lower, rougher with the truth of it. “I wake up soaking wet and needy for you.”

His whole body shudders. Those big hands flex open and closed like he’s fighting not to reach for me.

“Ten days,” I continue, spreading my legs just enough for him to see how wet I already am. “Ten days of you bringing me food and running away like a scared little boy. Ten days of getting myself off while thinking about you.”

A sound tears from behind his mask—half growl, half groan.

“Is that what you do?” I trail my hand down my stomach, stopping just above where I ache for him. “Watch me on that camera while you stroke your cock? Watch me finger myself and wish it was you?”

“Jenna.” My name comes out strangled.

“I know you want me.” I lean back on my elbows, exposed. “So why are you fighting it?”

He moves so fast I barely track it. One second he’s standing there fighting himself, the next he’s yanking his tactical pants open, that thick cock with its metal piercing springing free.

“You want to play games?” His voice comes out raw behind the mask as he climbs over me on the narrow cot. “Let’s fucking play.”

The first slide of his cock against my clit makes me cry out. The metal jewelry drags across that sensitive bundle of nerves and my hips buck up involuntarily.

“Look at me.” His free hand grips my jaw, forcing my eyes to his. Those ice-blue irises burn with ferality. “Don’t you dare look away.”

He rocks his hips, sliding that thick length through my wetness, the head catching on my clit with each pass. The piercing adds this perfect edge of sensation that has me gasping.

“Please.” The word slips out before I can stop it. This was supposed to be seduction for escape, but my body doesn’t care about plans anymore.

“Please, what?” He grinds harder. “Use your words.”

“Please fuck me.” My hands grip his shoulders, nails digging in through his shirt. “I need?—”

His hand moves from my jaw to the column of my neck, not squeezing hard, just enough pressure to make my pulse jump against his palm.

“No.” The word hits like cold water even as he keeps that maddening rhythm. “You think you can manipulate me with this sweet pussy? Think I’ll give you what you want just because you’re dripping for me?”

Another slide, another burst of pleasure that has me arching beneath him. I hold his gaze like he demanded, watching a dark possessiveness flicker in those eyes.

“You’re not getting my cock inside you.” His thumb presses against the hollow of my throat. “Not until you’re so desperate you can’t think straight. Not until you’re sobbing for it, begging so pretty that you forget your own name.”

The combination of his words, his hand on my throat, and that relentless friction against my clit has me spiraling fast.