Page 80 of Skin In the Game (The BlackWater)

The next few nights Cole stayed over but he didn’t touch her, didn’t do anything except hold her and it made her even more confused than the gentle way he had been with her in the shower. He’d never stayed just to sleep before, every time he’d showed up it was clear what he was after, clear what he wanted.

Maybe he got that he’d pushed it too far, Maddie thought, and it made her feel uneasy because the Cole Black she knew wasn’t like that, he didn’t think about anyone else’s feelings, he didn’t think about anyone else’s needs, just his own.

She went to sleep on the third night and he still hadn’t done anything. Sure he’d obviously still been checking her out but there was no touching, no grabbing, no possession. They only thing that came close was the way he held her when he slept, forcing her to sleep in his arms, in his grip, like a prisoner tied to him. She’d hated it at first, hated the restriction, hated the control but now it almost felt normal, it almost felt okay.

Cole opened his eyes, hearing the noise and he looked down at her. She was asleep, her hair was splayed about her but he was certain the sound had come from her lips. She’d done it before. Not often, not even regularly but every once in a while, she would whimper and then she would awake, either unaware she’d done it or refusing to admit it.

He narrowed his eyes watching her and wondering as he always did what was going on in her head at that moment, what exactly was playing out in her thoughts.

She whimpered again and kicked slightly and he released his iron like grip, and then she was awake. She could feel her heart thumping as she looked around. The room was dark, Cole had insisted on drawing the curtains like always. She turned and saw him watching her and she frowned.

“What?” She asked.

“You were dreaming.” He replied.

She rolled her eyes. She didn’t dream. She didn’t ever dream when she was asleep, she just slipped into darkness. That was how it was for her, how it had always been.

“Want to talk about it?” He asked her and she shook her head.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” She stated.

“Fine.” He replied quietly, stroking the hair from off her face. She stared at him then confused, why was he being like that, so gentle? He ran his hand down the side of her cheek and then ran his thumb over her mouth and she opened her lips to suck it.

He hesitated, and she half grinned before wrapping her tongue around him. She wanted him, he realised. He shifted slightly, grabbing both her arms and holding them above her head and she let out a moan in expectation.

He kissed her neck and moved to suck one nipple and then the next almost lovingly, almost caringly and she gasped surprised. He looked back up at her, his expression unreadable and then he pushed himself into her. She shut her eyes, throwing her head back, enjoying the feel of him once more.

He thrust slowly, and she rolled her hips against him. She wanted him to take her, to claim her in the arsehole way he always did but right now there wasn’t any aggression, it felt like something else, something considerate and she had no idea what was going on.

“Actually fuck me Cole.” She said and he narrowed his eyes.

“I’m in charge.” He said back and she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.

“Then fuck me like that’s the case.” She retorted knowing it would piss him off, knowing it would rile him right up and he shook his head because he knew what she was doing too.

He gripped her arms hard, and started thruster harder, more aggressively. She grinned before moaning loudly. He felt so good, she thought, so fucking good.

He half growled as he rammed into her and she kept her legs tight to him, not giving him any let up. She wanted the aggressive Cole, she wanted the domineering Cole.

He yanked her arms together gripping them now with just one hand and he moved the other down to her clit. She bit her lip, staring at him, not taking her eyes from his gaze as he started touching her.

“Is this what you wanted? Is this it?” He asked and she moaned loudly.

“Harder.” She said and he shook his head. She still thought she was in charge, still thought she had some say but continued to circle her, while pounding into her.

“I’m in charge Maddie.” He said.

“Then fuck me harder.” She stated and he yanked her legs away from him then, bending them right up flat against her body, taking advantage of how god damn flexible she was so her feet were up by her head. He plunged in deeper, knowing the angle now would make it more intense and he rubbed her again.

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