Page 102 of Wrecked
Panting hard, she pushed him away. When she turned to tap the up button, he pressed against her back. “I can’t wait to make you scream my name.”
His gravelly whisper sent a thrill through her.
Turning, she faced him. Hungry eyes drilled into hers while the back of his finger caressed her cheek.
“What are you doing to me, Nicholas Hawk?”
“Same thing you’re doing to me, babe.”
On the brief elevator ride, he stood behind her, wrapping his strong arms around her and nibbling the back of her neck. “You smell good,” he murmured.
When the doors slid open, he clasped her hand and led her out. One by one, they cleared each suite. They were alone in the Red Room.
She had a decision to make. Role play a scene or have straight-up sex.
As if he could read her mind, he retrieved the keyless handcuffs from the hook on the wall. “What’s it gonna be, Skye? Your way or mine?”
Her breath hitched. “Whatisyour way?”
“Just you,” he replied. “Under me, over me, until I’ve drained every ounce of ecstasy you have to give me.”
“Ohmygod,” she whispered before chugging down a breath. “What’s my way?”
“You’re the prisoner and I’m the evil warden.”
She moaned. “Ohgod, are you going to punish me?”
He stepped close, caressed her breast, teasing her already hard nipple, trapped behind the latex suit.
“I’m going to punish you for trying to escape my prison.”
“So, I’ll be at your mercy,” she groaned out.
He grabbed her by the arm. Firm, but not painful. This was the side of Hawk she loved when they were on a mission together. And he was about to unleash all that raw, angry energy onto her.
“The last time someone tried to escape,” he began, “I put them in solitary confinement until they broke.”
His voice was gruff, like sandpaper scraping across her skin.
“Role play,” she whispered, her body coming alive with desire.
“We’re gonna need a safe word,” he said. “Because if you say no, I’ll stop, and you might be playing in the scene.”
“We’ll use traffic colors. Yellow means ease up and red is a hard stop.”
“Got it,” he replied.
Then, he gripped her shoulders, forced her against a wall, and pinned her with his body. Being trapped by Hawk made her gasp with excitement.
“I hate it here,” she said, letting her imagination take over. “The food sucks, the yard time is bullshit. I’d rather die than stay in this shit hole.”
“Before I lock you up, I need you to feel the consequences of what you did.” He leaned down, his face inches from hers. “Where’d you get these clothes?”
“Fuck you.”
His sinful smile made her heart pound faster. “I can do that.”
Moving slowly, he unzipped the one-piece down to her waist. The tight latex gave way, exposing her breasts.
