Page 44 of A Captive Situation

He saw it, and a cruel smirk came over him. His thumb lifted, going up to my chin and he tugged down, opening my mouth. “You asked for this.Youinitiated this.”

As he began speaking, his fingers inside of me twitched, rubbing.

A moan escaped me, but fuck. I hadn’t wanted that to come out.

My teeth sank down on my bottom lip, trying to keep from another slipping free. He held me captive, in multiple ways now, but he didn’t needmoreevidence of how complete his hold was on me.

He smirked again. A dark triumphant look shone briefly before he turned his head, his lips brushing against mine. He said in a low tone, almost a warning, “You want this?”

I swallowed against his hand. His grip tightened before relaxing.

I cursed before saying, “Yes.” Because, god help me, I did. So much. Afterward I would condemn myself, but right now, I didn’t think there was anything I wouldn’t say or do to feel him push inside of me. Iwanted all of him. I wanted to see how far I would stretch for him, and then I wanted him to fuck me into oblivion.

He brushed a kiss, an almost achingly tender kiss, against the corner of my mouth.

Tingles shot through my entire body.

“Say please, Sawyer.”

I—I couldn’t. I guess therewasa line I wouldn’t cross. Did he want to humiliate me?

“What are you doing?”

His hand tensed around my throat again, before he released me, only to slowly run his hand down my front. He pushed my shirt as far down as it would go before he switched directions, yanking it up and over my head. My bra was next, and then his hand went back to my chest, and he ran it between my breasts, pausing in the middle. He moved to cup one of them, his thumb tweaking over my nipple. “I’m doing whatever the fuck I want to do. That’s what I’m doing.” He’d been watching his hand as he played with my breast but lifted his eyes to meet mine again. His fingers continued moving into me. His top lip curled upward, not in a nice way. “You came at me.”

“I’mpissedat you.”

A hard look came into his gaze. His fingers were still holding still inside of me.

The throbbing was compounding me, spreading up through my stomach. I wriggled around, trying to get some relief from it, just a little.

He said flatly, “I apologized.”

“I don’t care.” But I did. I would, just later.

His eyes went flat. “Trust me. If I’d known what would be happening, I never would’ve met you. But we’re both here now, and you’re trying to use me to get you off. That is what you’re doing, right? You want a quick fuck to escape our shitty reality? I’m supposed to give that to you.” His eyes grew colder as he spoke, and when he was done, a third finger shoved in. Rough and fast.

I gasped, my body squirming under his from the penetration, but fuck. I began panting again because that was exactly what my body needed. Pleasure coated the edges of my vision so I closed my eyes. Arching up against him once again, it was a second before I opened my eyes again, seeing his head folded. He was watching us, where his hand was between my legs.

“I don’t like being used.” His words sounded like an afterthought. “But that’s all I’ve been, all my life. Someone else’s fucking puppet.” He lifted his head again, still bent over me. I gulped at the blazing determination shining so fiercely in his eyes. He blinked. A starkness replacing it. “Notanymore. That ends today.”

And with that, he pulled out, clambering off me.

I jerked up, a protest in my throat. “Wha—what are you doing?”

He was gone in a flash.

The bedroom door slammed shut behind him.

I was still on the bed, confused at the sudden change in everything, before the next sound registered.

A lock clicked into place.

What . . .

No.

I jerked off the bed, catching myself before I stumbled, and then crossed the room to the door. I pulled it open, except it didn’t.

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