Page 43 of Facing Off
My chest and back tingle. The tenor of his tone is rich, reinforced steel. Infused with the same intensity he used on me when I wasn’t telling him what hospital I was at. It goes way beyond being bossy.
It makes something tumble inside me that I can’t control. Something that apparently gets worse the longer I look at him.
So I pretend to sleep, clamping my eyes shut and ignoring the guilt trickling inside me over how I’m about to trick him and leave.
Then I wait…and wait some more…
Biding my time and waiting for Hughes to get bored enough to leave the room, andthatI realize later is a terrible idea because exhaustion swamps me, and I doze off for real.
18
SONYA
“I needyou to let me take care of you, Sonya,” he murmurs into my ear, spooning me from behind. We’re naked, and he’s dragging the length of his cock through my wetness. Back and forth, teasing me with his shaft without entering me. “Can you let me do that?”
I open my knees wider, because he’s so close to hitting the right spot.
“More,” I try to order, but really, I’m pleading.
He chuckles, grazing his mouth along my neck, nipping along the sensitive skin.
“No, darling, I’m in charge here.” He reaches around and cups my entire pussy with his palm. “And you’ll stay right where I can look after you, won’t you?”
“But I need?—”
“I know what you need.”
The shallowest circles tracing over my clit.
I could scream. I could riot. I could practically beg.
“Is that not enough?” He laughs, teasing me while turning me over so I’m on my back. “How about this?”
His hands squeeze my breasts and he plays with my nipples untilsensation shoots straight to my core. I’m burning up, but it’s not enough. I feel empty.
“You said you’d look after me,” I grumble, my hands reaching for his strong shoulders. “But I doubt you can.”
He spins me around and pulls me up onto his lap. My back to his front, he hugs me tight. “I promise you, darling, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll forget your own name. That’s how I’m going to take care of you, Sonya.”
He’s about to lift me up and sink into me with a single stroke, burying himself to the hilt when…when…
My eyes fly open, and I wake up.
It’s dark, my legs are twisted in sheets, and I’m staring at a ceiling I don’t recognize. My heart pounds so fast, I can feel my pulse in my throat.
“No,” I mumble, my face blazing with heat.That didn’t happen… I didn’t dream of…
I did.
It’s because I’m in his room, I justify rapidly to myself.Sandalwood, soap, mint. That delicious smell is everywhere.
I bolt upright, because it all comes back to me. The hospital. How he brought me here. My plan to sneak out, before I fell asleep.
Okay, you’re awake now.Time to go.
Just as I’m about to roll off the bed, my eyes adjust to the shadows, and I freeze.
In the corner of the room, Hughes is passed out in a chair. He’s not sleeping in a comfortable way. His head is lolled to the side at a strange angle, and he’s going to wake up with a neck cramp.
