Page 118 of Fragile Sanctuary

I bit the inside of my cheek so hard that the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth.

“How about now?” Anson twisted the vibrator until a buzz filled the air. “Think you can stay still now?”

The cool metal of the bullet almost made me jump as he touched it to my skin. Then the vibration lit through my muscles.

“Anson…”

“So beautiful when you beg,” he growled, circling my clit with the bullet as his fingers thrust in and out of me.

“I can’t,” I whimpered. “I have to move.”

“You can. Hold it, Reckless.”

I gripped the metal bars harder, the belt biting into my wrists. The tiny flicker of pain helped, but it also drove me higher.

Anson slid a third finger inside me as he circled the vibrator closer to that bundle of nerves. “Such a good girl.”

Tears filled my eyes. Ones of a desperate need to let go—of all these sensations, but also everything I’d been holding in. The stress, the fear, the anger.

“Anson,” I pleaded.

“Almost. You’re almost there. A little more.”

My thighs shook from the effort it took to keep from moving them. My wrists ached from pulling against my bonds. Everything inside me trembled as black dots danced across my vision. Peaks and valleys swept through me as I tried to hold back the full force of them.

“Now,” Anson commanded.

My hips arched into him as he pressed the bullet to my clit, his fingers driving in and pressing down on my G-spot. Everything hit me all at once: the hint of pain and the tsunami of pleasure.

I cried out as I shattered. Wave after wave engulfed me. Anson coaxed and corralled each crest and break, playing my body like a master musician. Just when I thought he was done, he’d wring another out of me, over and over until I collapsed onto the mattress, unable to move.

Anson shifted, shutting off the vibrator and moving to lay next to me, his fingers tracing a million different designs on my bare skin. “What’s in that beautiful brain now?”

“Nothing,” I muttered, barely coherent. “Absolutely nothing.” And it was glorious.

“Good.” Anson unfastened the belt, rubbing each wrist as he freed it. “Never seen a more beautiful sight than watching you shatter.”

I curled into him and the beautiful, heady haze he’d given me. Three little words played on my tongue, but I held them back. “Thank you,” I whispered.

“I’ll always give you what you need, Reckless.”

And Anson had. Because now I was floating in that afterglow bliss where everything was just a bit fuzzy in the very best way.

But then his phone rang and ruined everything.

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ANSON

I muttereda curse as I shifted to pull my phone from my back pocket. The name on the screen had my blood turning to ice, but not answering wasn’t an option. Because the what-if would be even worse.

Hitting an icon on the screen, I pressed the cell to my ear. “Hunt.”

“We’ve got two more,” Helena said, not wasting any time.

The wave of nausea hit me hard and fast.

“And he’s getting closer to you.”

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