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The weight of the dead settles on my shoulders. Mike. The witnesses. Everyone connected to me who ended up with bullets in them. My hands tremble with a mixture of grief and rage.
I step closer, eliminating the space between us. “I need to forget who I was,” I whisper, my hands finding the solid warmth of his chest. “Even if it’s just for today.”
His eyes darken, but he doesn’t move. “Molly?—”
“No more half-measures,” I interrupt. “If this is my life now, I want all of it. I want to understand your world. I want to understand you.”
He studies me for a long moment, searching my face. Whatever he sees there makes him nod once, decisively.
“Wait here,” he demands, voice dropping to that low register that sends heat spiraling through me.
He crosses to the bedroom and kneels beside the bed, pulling up a loose floorboard I hadn’t noticed before. From the hidden compartment, he extracts a black case.
“You just happened to have this?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
A shadow of a smile touches his lips. “I’m always prepared.”
The case opens to reveal things I’ve never seen outside of specialized evidence documentation. Restraints of various materials. A silk blindfold. Implements I can only guess the purpose of, all designed for a delicate balance of pleasure and pain.
“Last chance to back out,” Cole says in a neutral voice, giving nothing away.
Instead of answering, I release the blanket. It slides down my body and pools at my feet, leaving me naked before him. His pupils dilate, eyes tracking from my throat to my hips, heat flaring in their depths.
“I trust you,” I say simply.
Those three words seem to change everything between us. Not “I love you” or “I want you,” but “I trust you.” For a man like Cole, trust is the rarest currency, and I’ve just given him everything.
Cole positions me on my knees in the center of the room, the polished hardwood firm beneath me as he slides the silk blindfold over my eyes, plunging me into darkness.
“Arms behind your back,” he commands, his voice deeper than I’ve ever heard it.
I comply without hesitation, still kneeling on the hard floor, feeling the smooth leather cuffs encircle my wrists, connecting in the middle. The restraints are tight enough to remind me of their presence with every movement, but not cruel. A second set goes around my ankles, spreading my knees wider than is comfortable, leaving me feeling vulnerable.
“You look perfect like this,” Cole murmurs, his fingers tracing the curve of my spine. “Completely at my mercy.”
A shiver runs through me that has nothing to do with the cabin’s chill. His touch disappears, and I strain to hear his movements around the room. The anticipation is its own form of torture.
“Open,” he says, suddenly directly in front of me.
Before my brain processes the command, his thumb presses against the corner of my mouth. I part my lips instinctively, and he rewards me with a low, appreciative rumble that sends heat between my thighs.
“I’m going to use your mouth,” he states matter-of-factly. “And you’re going to take everything. Tap my leg three times if you need to stop.”
My heart hammers against my ribs. In my former life, I would never have allowed anyone this level of control. But here now, I crave it with an intensity that should frighten me.
“Yes,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.
His hand tangles in my hair, tilting my head back. ‘Yes, what?’
The question carries significance. He draws a line. Sets a threshold I can choose to cross.
“Yes, sir,” I respond, the words falling from my lips more naturally than I ever would have imagined.
The grip on my hair tightens in approval. “Good girl.”
Cole’s control is absolute as he guides his solid length between my lips, the warm, velvet-skinned hardness filling my mouth. He starts with shallow thrusts, allowing me to adjust to the invasion.
“Look at you taking my cock so perfectly,” he murmurs, his voice strained with restraint. “Such a good girl for me.”
