Page 42 of Broken Discipline
Those words stilled her to her core. Her gaze drifted off to the side, and she held her chest.
I grabbed her shoulders and she sucked in a gasp, biting her bottom lip. “You’re running because you’re afraid,” I said. I brushed my thumbs over her bare skin, her flesh quivering with need. “You’re afraid because youneedme, just as much as I need you, Ramona.” I cracked my neck, trying to keep my emotions in check. “If you leave the Compound, or Opulent Gates, or Fairview, even this country—” I paused, leaning forward, “—Iwillfollow you, Ramona.”
Her eyes searched mine, a flash of recognition spreading across her pupils, seeping into my own. No matter how much I did for her, no matter how much I tried to win her trust, she could never trust anyone.Especially me.
“You won’t follow me,” she whispered. “You’ll leave too. You won’t—”
I forced my lips to her, silencing her words, and her body tensed under my grip, like a struggling wild animal, refusing to give in. I cupped her face, begging her to surrender to me, to give me this one chance. Finally, she let go, her chest relaxing. I picked her up by her ass so that she was straddling me, then kicked her suitcase to the ground. I laid her on the mattress.
“Finn,” she whispered. I kissed her neck and collarbone, then lifted her tank top. She pushed it down, trying to cover herself, but I kissed each stretch mark, worshiping her natural beauty. “Finn. I have to go. I can’t stay here,” she whispered, tears in her voice.
I ran my hands over her body, relishing every inch of skin. She was soft and textured, like gently wrinkled velvet, and I wanted to lick every inch of her, to smell her musk, to taste her sweetness.
I opened the nightstand and grabbed a hypodermic needle, hiding it from her view as I made sure it was the correct one. I put it in my back pocket, then slid back onto the bed, kissing down her body.
“I have to go,” she repeated.
“Then tell me to stop,” I murmured. I kissed down her stomach, then tugged on her jeans, and she raised her ass, letting me pull off her pants and panties. Her pussy was moist and fragrant, the short hairs sticking to her slit. I licked my lips, then kissed her clit, swirling my tongue around that bundle of nerves. Her eyes softened.
“Finn,” she whined again.
I ran my fingertips over her clit, then pulled the needle from my pocket.
“I’ll do anything to keep you here,” I said.
She blinked. “What?”
I pushed the needle into her mound, pressing the plunger down. The liquid filled her skin and she cried out, the prick of the needle catching her off guard.
“What the fuck?” she cried.
I didn’t answer. I let her think anything she wanted, those fears coursing through her like zaps of lightning. She pushed my shoulders, but I grabbed her by the throat, pressing her against the bed with enough pressure to show herIwas in control. She struggled, trying to wiggle out of my grasp, so I tightened my grip. Her eyes widened.
“Why would you do that?” she whispered, a tear leaking out of her eye.
I brought my lips to hers, slowly edging my tongue into her mouth. Her canines stabbed into my tongue, and I pulled back. There was anger and panic in her eyes, but there was lust there too, like she was fighting her desires for me. I grabbed her breast, squeezing it through the shirt, then brought up the fabric until her rippled flesh rested against my palm. I reached down between her legs, brushing her sopping wet slit with my fingertips. I pressed my finger inside of her. She moaned, letting it go, like she was tired of fighting.
So was I.
I worked my finger inside of her, pressing my body against hers like a restraint. She tossed her head to the side, trying to stay firm. She turned to me, her hot breaths against my face.
“Did you give me an aphrodisiac?” she asked, her voice trailing off.
I hesitated. She wanted to believe that I had drugged her so that she would stay and fuck me. But I knew the truth.
Her desires were all her own.
“Tell me to stop,” I repeated.
Her eyes flicked across mine. “But what did you give me?”
I could have kept this truth from her, letting her think that she needed ‘medical encouragement’ to fuck me. But I wanted her to understand that her desire had absolutely nothing to do with that. The injection was purely to mess with her mind. Nothing more.
I stopped massaging her pussy and locked eyes with her.
“Saline,” I said.
Her eyes came into focus, clearing through the fog. She snapped her teeth together, her eyes narrowing. Her legs bent as she pushed me off of her. She darted to her suitcase, zipping it up. Then she grabbed another by the door.
