Page 80 of Under the Bed

At the edge of my bed stands a masked man, holding me down by my forehead while he rubs his precum on my lips. His black eyes aren’t focused on my face. He’s scanning the length of my naked body.

Shame washes over me, burning me worse than my rage. Than my desire.

His hand slides down to the back of my head, slipping between my head and the pillow. Making a fist in my hair again.

I gasp at the rough tug. His cock demands entry inside my mouth, the barbell grazing my closed lips.

His gaze moves to my face, sending shivers up my spine.

“Kaleb.”

No verbal reply. But the torture continues. My pussy is soaked, my head is a mess.

My hands. I need them to grip him. To get Kaleb to release my hair. When I yank at them, nothing happens. He has me bound to the bed.

I twist my head slightly to the side. He won’t allow me much more than that. He’s forcing me to talk with his dick in my mouth. “Are you going to violate me again?”

He tilts his head. “Shiloh.”

At the sound of his rugged voice, the ache in my pussy intensifies. It’s not fair that he can do that.

Crawl inside my head. See through me the way no one ever has.

“You tied me up,” I murmur while he taps the corner of my mouth with his cock.

“I did.” He teases me by pushing in an inch. Taunting me by rubbing a bead of his precum on the tip of my tongue.

I hate him for tasting so good. I hate his piercing for making the need to come worse. I don’t focus on that in the slightest. Or the thought of when he got pierced, and if he let someone else in the hospital suck on it.

I don’t. I turn my head again.

“You used my clothes to tie me up.” This is as much clarity and fight as I can muster. I can feel the texture of my bra. My panties. I’d know them anywhere.

“Observant little thing.”

I am, and it’s not just about my binds.

I notice everything about him, too. His mask. His shirtless body. His sculpted abs, all eight of them. Those V-shaped hip muscles that lead down to his dick.

His big, menacing, and goddamn intoxicating dick.

He’s playing with me. Pressing the crown of his cock deeper into my mouth and pulling out.

I might be tied up, but I will get back at him for this. I have the power to torture him back.

While giving in to my desires.

I dart my tongue out and lap the head. Flick it against the piercing.

He groans and my pussy clenches on air. Over and over.

Then I push him out of my mouth.

“Let me go.” That’s the right thing to say. That’s what I’m supposed to say. He’s wrong to treat me like this. To dare ruin everything. He is. As much as I’m wet for it, he has to stop. “Untie me. Now.”

“I don’t think so.” His grip on my hair intensifies. I bare my teeth at him, threatening to bite. Knowing I won’t. “See, you’ve had years to do it your way. By yourself. Others took advantage of you. Manipulated you while I was gone. So no, I’m not letting you go. I’m done being your kind, older brother. You don’t need that crap. You’re a mess. I’m here to fix you. To remind you who you were always meant to be.”

“By killing Marina.” Tugging against my binds isn’t getting me anywhere. “By taking an unnecessary risk. You could’ve gotten caught. I hate you.”

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