“I mean, do you want me or not? Because I can’t tell right now. It seems more like I’m a plaything. Shiny new toys are quickly forgotten. Or broken.”
He leaned over me, taking my chin with his free hand while his other hand played with my entrance.
“You are a plaything. My plaything.” His finger delved deeper. “And I have waited so long to touch you. To watch your face and learn what makes you happy.” And deeper still. “To see what makes you want more.
“I will not forget you, and I will not break you.”
He added the second finger again, and the pressure made my eyes want to close. I dug my fingers into his hair and did my best to focus.
“Do you promise?” I asked, breathless.
“I swear.”
I gave myself over to him, trusting him in a world filled with shattered dreams and walking nightmares. Because with him, I felt safe. With him, I felt.
His fingers teased me relentlessly as he stared down at me. My legs shook with need, and I let it show. His gaze devoured every nuance in my expression. He learned just where to touch me and just how much I could handle before I teetered on the precipice. Pleas poured from my lips.
He growled low and kissed me hard, leaving me panting and so close.
“You are mine, Hannah. Always.”
I agreed. Anything for him to end my torment.
He set his lips to my shoulder and pinched my skin with his teeth, the sting sending a jolt through me. I clenched around his fingers, and he grunted.
“Enough playing,” he said.
Without warning, he dropped to one knee, pressed me against the wall, and set his mouth to me. I shattered at the first flick of his tongue, his fingers still buried deep inside of me. My eyelids fluttered closed as the rolling waves of pleasure consumed me.
He continued to kiss me slowly as the aftershocks stole the strength from my knees. His grip stayed firm, holding me in place. I never wanted it to end but was too spent to keep myself upright.
Hands on his shoulders, I managed to open my eyes and look down at him. His knowing gaze met mine as he withdrew with a final lick.
“Was it as good for you as it was for me?” I tried to joke.
“Better.”
“We’re not done yet, though, right?”
He stood and stared down at me.
“For now,” he said.
“We have company. I will get you some clothes. Stay here.”
Just like that, he left me leaning against the tile, ears still ringing from a mind-blowing orgasm after dropping a bomb that there was someone else in the house.
I stared at the door, which he’d considerately closed behind him, and imagined him walking bare-assed in front of Emily. I smirked.
She was the one who’d invited him in.
A few minutes later, he returned with a handful of clothes and was already dressed.
“Hurry up,” he said.
I shook my head at him and dressed quickly while wondering if he’d always boss me around. Probably. But I also knew I wouldn’t always listen. The anticipation of how he’d retaliate had me grinning as I tugged my clothes on.
Decently covered, I emerged and found Uan and Nancy waiting in the living room with a very pink-tinged Emily. Not one to be left out, I quickly joined Emily on the sofa, my hue matching hers. Uan sat in the chair, Nancy comfortably seated on his lap.
“Ah, sorr—”
Nancy waved away the apology.
“Don’t. I’ve been there. There’s no point in apologizing.” She glanced at Emily. “You might want to have someone find you some earplugs, though. It doesn’t get out of their systems for a while.”
Emily gave a weak smile of agreement before Nancy focused on me again.
“I heard you wanted to talk,” she said.
“I do. But I was willing to come to you.”
“And rob me of an opportunity to get out of the house? Nonsense.” Nancy looked around the room. “It’s very nice in here. Cleaner than I expected for two girls your ages. In my college years, the place I lived in was a shithole.”
“Different world,” Emily said.
“Which is why I’m here,” Nancy said, looking at me. “I heard you don’t want Tasha to go out tomorrow.”
“It’s too dangerous out there.”
“Go where?” Emily asked.
“To get the animals we found,” Merdon said. “Tasha believes there will be food there for her cat. What do they eat?”
“Dry kibble, meat, milk, stuff like that,” Nancy said. “Some of which we have but need