and find them filled with something indescribable, like a … hunger.
A hunger I’ve only seen before in customers at the strip club.
Is that … what he wants from me? My body?
I swallow away the lump in my throat as I gaze up into his eyes, wondering what goes on beyond them, what he’s thinking about when he stands here humiliating me over something I can’t remember I did. Something I don’t know I ever even did.
But if it’s this or staying in this room forever, I think I already know which one I’d pick. So I sit before him and spread my legs, opening them wide. His eyes peer down between them, his Adam’s apple moving up and down as his pants strain.
All men are the same. Even the most chivalrous gentlemen hide inner beasts that wish to devour. And this wolf has set its eyes on me.
Lifting my hand, I grab his zipper, but before I can pull it down, he’s caught my wrist. He firmly twists my hand away from his tented pants.
“No, angel,” he says, his grip so tight that it almost hurts. “I will decide how this is done.”
Of course, a man like this would refuse to give up any power, even if it promises pleasure.
I cock my head and lean in even closer. “Wanna use me? Fuck me? Just like all the other men in my life?”
His nose twitches, and his lips grow even thinner than before.
Suddenly, he lunges at me and grabs both my hands, pinning me to the bed while crouching on top of me.
“You think this is a game?” he growls.
“To you, it is,” I hiss.
I know he doesn’t like that I know how these things go, how men like him are. I can see it in his eyes, the rage building and building until it’s about to explode. But I can’t help myself. It’s the only way I’ve learned how to fight back. Not with strength but with emotion. If I cannot run, at least I can try to unravel my captor. Like a puzzle I need to put together to decode the grand scheme and make my escape.
However, before I can say anything else, he’s dragged me up the bed and reached behind the boards for a pair of cuffs that he attaches to my wrists, locking me in place.
He leans back up on his knees and gazes at me as if to admire his work.
“Shouldn’t talk back to me like that, angel,” he murmurs. “You will stay here until you’ve learned your lesson.”
“What? But I didn’t do anything,” I reply, jerking on the cuffs, but it’s no use. They’re tightly chained to the bed.
He plants both his hands on the headboard beside my head and leans over to glare at me from up close. His dreamy eyes wide, dark but inviting, like a siren’s call luring me into submission, but I won’t fall for that trap. I look away, angered that he’d take even more of my freedom by trapping me on this bed.
“You think you didn’t … but the mind can be a treacherous thing.” A devilish smirk forms on his lips, and he grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. “But I will help you.”
“Help?” I scoff. “All you’ve done is take more away from me.”
He nods. “And I will keep taking more …” He leans in closer until I can feel his breath on my skin. “And more …” His lips linger near my ear, whispering sweetly like a man drunk on the possibilities. “And more. Until you have nothing left to give, and even then …” His lips curl. “More.” That last word almost comes out with a wolfish growl, and it manages to make goose bumps scatter on my skin.
He smiles against my earlobe, his lips grazing my skin, tantalizing my senses as my body betrays me. I knew he was handsome the very first time I saw him, so handsome that it made me stop in my tracks and stare. When he’s this close, I can’t deny it does something to me, but being attractive won’t hide his sadistic ways.
“I don’t use … I don’t fuck …” The way he pronounces each word so carefully as though he wants me to linger on them like I would on a kiss makes me swallow hard. “I teach.”
I gulp. “Teach what?”
Pain? Anger? Fear?
“Humility,” he growls. His tongue dips out to drag a line from my ear to my cheek, where he leans