Page 82 of Hide From Me

I slid my fingers back up her leg and slid them under the pathetic strip of lace covering her pussy.

“Do you remember why I gave you that shitty little bit of metal you wear around your neck like some kind of memento?”

Her hands gripped my forearm, and I released the hold on her, but not enough to let her go.

“That’s not what I meant,” she said.

It didn’t matter what she’d meant. I was too far down the memories. Remembering why I’d gone against everything I was supposed to do. I shouldn’t have turned on my own superiors. I shouldn’t have protected some nobody, little slut. But that had been the problem. She wasn’t any of the things that made me cold and indifferent. She was the single blossom in my tundra of a soul, and I’d wanted to hate her. I wanted her to leave so I could forget what the warmth felt like before I’d ever even tasted it.

“What did you mean then, princess?”

I pressed my fingers against her entrance, knowing that this was mine. It was all mine, but she’d awoken something within me that I’d tried to keep buried.

“Did you mean that you wanted what your father had threatened?” I asked.

I slipped my fingers inside her without any remorse, and she bucked at the intrusion. I stroked her roughly and without thought. I never sent her to the wolves like fucking CPS had done by sending her here.

I stroked her harder, as if I could control what she remembered and make her see what I’d done for her.

“Is that what you wanted, Rylee? You wanted a man to touch you without permission?” I released her neck and used my body on top of hers to control her now.

I added a third finger and pressed my knee up against where my hand was.

“Or don’t you remember when that prick came into your room that night?” I asked.

I licked her neck because fuck it if I knew what that guy had done, but I wanted to taste her fear.

I pulled my fingers away from her slick cunt and grabbed her hand, pressing it against the bulge in my pants, because this is what she did to me.

“Was it not bad enough to fear who your father had come over, but that any one of them could pay the right price and up they’d climb those fucking stairs, ready to take you just like I am right now?”

I captured her eyes and there was the fear I wanted to see. I pulled away before I could lose myself to the rage and anger that never swam far from the surface.

“I gave you a better fucking life, even if it wasn’t what you wanted. I gave you college and a chance to fucking escape this.”

I waved my arms like my fucking luxury apartment was something to escape now.

“I gave you the chance to escape me.”

I could see her breathing rapidly as she lay there looking up at me.

“I didn’t mean that?—”

I was on her a second later.

“Don’t. Don’t say anything that you can’t take back. You drive me fucking crazy. I lose all logic around you. I don’t know up from down when I look into your eyes. Fuck if I know what to do when I’m buried inside you like you’re?—”

I stopped myself.

“Like I’m what, Caspian? Like I’m what?”

I looked at her again and grabbed my shirt as I backed away from the bed.

“Like you’re home. I didn’t have to kiss you to know that you had the power to break me, and I can’t have that. I can’t have the chance to be broken. Fuck.”

I stepped back slower towards the door as I watched her try to get off the bed.

“Cas, where are you going?”

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