Page 12 of Bad Man

Michael was watching the cameras.

The realization hits me hard. I was so upset with him for spying on me that I didn’t consider that he could be doing it for my protection. Irrationally, though, I still want to be angry at him for spying on me. The thought of him makes my heart race, even now that he’s proven himself to be my protector.

The longer I sit here alone, the low sounds of male voices conversing in another part of my home, the more I realize that what I feel isn’t anger. It’s something that borders on primal. It’sarousal.

It’s not just because he saved me, even though that’s a huge part of why I’m feeling this way. I think Ilikebeing watched. Only by him, though. I press my thighs together, sucking in a breath as I give myself a little bit of friction.

Before I get a chance to pick those thoughts apart any further, Michael appears in the doorway. He looks calm, though there’s concern set in the lines of his face. From what I can tell, he didn’t even break a sweat. That turns me on even more.

“He’s not going to bother you ever again,” Michael says, his voice so sure, so confident that I have no choice other than to believe him. I can just imagine Tyler scurrying away like the rat he is.

“I thought I was safe here,” I say lamely, my heart pounding in my chest as he crosses the room and sits next to me on my bed.

“You are safe here,” he tells me, taking my hand – the one that was bound to the bedpost – in his own and checking my wrist for injuries. “You’re safe as long as I’m around. I promise you that, Ella.”

“I know,” I say, leaning my body against his and letting my eyes fall closed for a moment. “You saved me. Thank you.”

“You don’t ever have to thank me,” he assures me, grabbing my chin and tilting my head up. When I open my eyes, he’s looking at me with an expression that I can’t quite read. “I love you, Ella. This is the kind of thing I do for the people I love. I don’t expect anything in return. You being safe is enough of a reward.”

“You–” I start, my mind catching on the three word phrase. “You love me?”

“I do,” he says, even more confident now. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I say, feeling tears prick at the corner of my eyes.

He cups my cheek and pulls me even closer. Our lips touch in a soft, gentle kiss. I sigh into his mouth, and he takes the opportunity to lick my bottom lip.

My own tongue meets him, and our kiss deepens. He goes slow at first, like he’s trying to ensure that I’m okay. Once he realizes that I’m fine, that I want this, it’s like that same beast that was released this morning rears its head again.

Michael lies me down, dragging me up to the pillows without his mouth ever leaving mine. His hands go to the front of my robe, which somehow stayed on through the entire ordeal that happened tonight. Slowly, he unties the knot holding it tightly to my body.

“I know you were unhappy with me for watching the cameras,” he tells me, peppering kisses over my cheeks as he exposes my breasts to the warm air of my bedroom. “But I only did it to keep you safe. I couldn’t stand the thought of something happening to you.”

“Michael,” I whisper, running my hands up and down his back as he teases my hard nipples.

“I won’t lie to you though, Ella,” he says, his mouth close to my earlobe. His hot breath against my skin makes me shiver. “I did like watching you in your office. You’re such a sexy little thing. I couldn’t help myself. And when I realized how easy your cameras were, I couldn’t stop myself. I hope you can forgive me, but I can’t promise I won’t do it again.”

“I liked it,” I admit, my stomach swooping as I admit my feelings. “I– I think I like having you watch me.”

“Oh?” he asks as he slides the flat of his palm down my abdomen. “Is that so?”

“Yeah,” I breathe as my eyes fall closed in response to his touch getting even firmer as he moves his hands lower.

“Then we’ll have to get you some better cameras,” Michael says, leaning in to nip at my earlobe. “The ones you have are way too easy to hack into. I can’t have anyone else watching my girl.”

“Uh huh,” I say, sucking in a harsh breath when he finally swipes the pad of his fingertip against my clit.

Blood rushes in my ears, and my entire world narrows to that touch. A whine is pulled out of my throat as he continues his ministrations. The motion of his hand along with the way that he’s mouthing at my neck is lighting every part of my being on fire.

“You’re so wet,” he groans in my ear. “Do you want me to fuck you, princess? Want me to put my fat cock in this sweet little pussy?”

“Yes,” I moan, grinding my hips against the intrusion of his fingers. “Please.”

Michael groans before pulling back. Then, he works himself out of his pants as quickly as he can, standing up just long enough to kick them to the side. As he’s climbing back on top of me, he throws his shirt off too.

“God, I love how you feel around me,” he says as he pushes into my pussy. “Feels like you were made for me, Ella.”

“I was,” I say, believing those words more than anything else that I’ve said in my life. “Just for you. I’m yours.”

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