Page 44 of Pocketful of Us

"Jesus," I panted, hands and cheek still pressed against the wall.

Breathing hard and fast, I tried to find some semblance of composure but it wasn’t coming easy. I wasn't sure how I felt right now.

Dirty?

Guilty?

Violated?

Thoroughly fucked and satiated?

All of the above and more…

Completely freaking reeling, I dressed and turned around to look at him.

"You did good," Seth said as he pulled his jeans up his hips and snapped his belt into place. "I might just keep you around, pretty boy."

I didn’t have an answer for that.

For once in my life, I was genuinely speechless.

Sauntering towards me, he closed the space between us, pinning me to the wall. "I knew there was a reason I liked you the first time I saw you." Gripping my chin in his hand, he tipped it up forcefully, giving me no choice but to look at him. "Now I know why." Leaning in, he gave me a rough, punishing kiss. "It is why I haven't killed you." He pinned my hands above my head, and his tongue snaked out, parting my lips and massaging my tongue with deep, erotic strokes. "I am going to take you again."

Losing my freaking mind in his lips, I let him kiss me until my mind was racing wildly, right along with my heartbeat.

Click.

Startled by the strange noise, I broke our kiss and looked around wildly, eyes landing on the handcuff binding me to the metal rail of closet. "Okay, I don’t know what first impression I made on you, but I am so not ready for BDSM, dude –"

"Relax," Seth whispered, tugging on my bottom lip with his teeth. "When all of this is over, I am going to keep you as my lover."

I blinked rapidly. "Come again?"

"Oh, I intend to." Winking, he dragged his shirt over his head and moved for the door. "See you soon, pretty boy."

"Wait…what?" My eyes bulged in my head as I watched him walk out of the closest, letting the door click shut behind him. "So, you're just going to lock me up in here?" I listened for a response and came up empty. "Oh my God."

Had I been played?

Seduced by the devil?

Oh my God.

Ihad.

He fucked me and chucked me!

In a coat closet, no less.

That big dicked bastard!

"Sketch!" I hollered at the top of my lungs. "I know you're busy and stuff, but if you can hear me, I'm trapped in a closet against my will, and I need you to come save me!"

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Romi

Iwatched both Raffaele and Mr. Capaldi climb out of our car and into a waiting black Sedan before making the short journey to the estate next door.

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