Page 38 of The Vigilant

Tynan moved around in the kitchen a bit before I heard the coffee machine hum to life.He was going to need something a little stronger tonight.

When I was around him, my entire body felt like a spring coiled tight. My heart ready to beat out of my chest. My lungs tense and unable to fully expand or contract. And lower…an ache that went unsatisfied no matter what other emotions I fed to try and destroy it.

But tonight, I didn’t want to destroy it. I didn’t want to hide from it or hide it from him. Tonight, I was going to give in. Yes, because I wanted to force his hand—force him to leave so I could see behind the curtain of the Wild Side app. But also because the ache was destroying me.

Especially when he talked about spanking me.

I bit my lip, my fingers dancing lower on my stomach as I felt my core clench. The way he teased the idea of caring for me andpunishing me was the kind of dichotomy my defiant personality craved. The way I wanted to fight him, rage against him, and then ultimately be forced to give in to him…I shuddered, my fingertips sliding into the slickness between my thighs.

God, it was so infuriating how wet he made me.

I began to stroke my clit, recalling his massive hands and granite strength yesterday when he held me captive. When he clasped my throat. I shuddered as my mind ran away with the fantasy, imagining one hand palming the column of my neck while the other worked my pussy.

Distantly, I realized the purring sound was no longer the coffee machine but the want spilling from my chest, and it was growing louder.

“Sutton?”

I gasped, my eyes going wide when I heard his voice outside the door. But even if I wanted to, I couldn’t stop.

My knees had dropped wide, my muscles straining toward the rub and flick of my finger over my clit. After the alleyway, I was a ball of all kinds of riotous energy, but none so strong and damaging as the way I desired my father’s best friend.

“Sutton.” He knocked and said my name again, and like he was calling my orgasm to him, I only moaned louder.

He growled, and I swore the doorframe cracked where his grip must be holding it. But I didn’t stop. I didn’t try to keep quiet.

You wanted to stay,I told him in my mind, my fingers working a frenzy over my clit.

Long, needy moans pulled like sweet taffy from my lips.

I pretended like his growls weren’t ones of warning but encouragement. Like their stiffness, their raggedness, were desperate orders for me to keep going.

So, I did.

I rubbed and flicked my swollen clit until I was covered in a sheen of sweat. I listened for his heavy pants and imagined he was sitting in front of the bed, watching me. Coaxing me. Waiting for me to finish so he could pounce.

Pleasure carried me higher like a kite with no string, and at the very peak, when my heart stumbled and my lungs caught?—

“Sutton,” he snarled from the other side of the door like an unhinged predator.

God, what I wouldn’t give to be Tynan’s prey.

I screamed, my back bowing off the bed as my climax snapped through me like a fierce whip.

I heard a loud crash—his mug onto the floor—and an equally loud curse from the hallway, and my body quaked again, knowing he’d stood out there the whole time. It was only after the fact, when my brain cells started to piece themselves back together, that I realized I hadn’t simply screamed but screamed his name.

Damn.

Gathering my breath and my senses from where they’d spread out like spilled marbles, I pushed myself up and slid to the edge of the bed, watching the flickering shadow of him moving in the hallway from underneath the doorframe.

It wasn’t enough to make him leave which meant I had to face him again. Tying the robe sloppily at my waist, I harnessed the buzzing in my blood and went to the door.

Tynan kneeled in the hallway, mopping up the spilled coffee with a kitchen towel, his broad shoulders working like he could scrub the memory from his brain along with the stain.

I pinned my arms to the door and doorframe and asked, “Did you need something?”

He stiffened so fast, so hard, I swore he was going to break. His head snapped up, and I swore he was going to lunge up fromthe floor, tackle me to the ground, and rut over me like a wild beast.

And I couldn’t say the thought didn’t have my core tingling with a fresh, forbidden kind of want that my fingers would never be able to satisfy.

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