Indebted - Piper Stone Page 0,31

long drive I’d taken hadn’t cleared my head, the cobwebs and memories far too difficult, although I cherished every one of them. Bittersweet. The word was exasperating, almost as much as the harsh truth Aiden had spouted off.

As if he knew me.

Or the pain and guilt I’d suffered for ten long years. Maybe I had already shut that very door, choosing to live as I saw fit.

I shifted the gear into fifth, rolling around the tight curves, the beautiful Lamborghini handling the mountains and my excessive use of speed well. I planted both hands on the wheel, my grip tight, my jaw clenched. The rage remained, a level of anger I’d refused to allow myself to feel for one hell of a long time.

Why now? Why at this moment when everything was so close?

Possible redemption.

Reconciliation.

Lights flashed in front of my mind as I pressed down on the accelerator, able to hear the squeal of the tires over the blast of the surround sound. Drums booming. Guitar licks screaming. Nothing was able to soothe the beast inside, the one that had been locked inside a wretched cage for far too long.

I knew the answer. I knew why I was rattled, the darkness no longer comforting.

Desire.

My unbridled yearning had spilled over, yanking at my sadistic needs, hunger that knew no bounds. I craved the feel of leather, the slight creak as I wound it around my hand and the delicious scent filtering into my nostrils. A thick strap ready to provide the perfect punishment.

My mouth watered and my skin crawled as the need became overwhelming, more powerful than anything I’d ever experienced.

All because of her.

The beautiful woman who belonged to me.

Mine to cage.

Mine to stroke.

Mine to punish.

Mine to fuck.

My heart racing, I smiled as I rounded one last curve, the car swerving dangerously close to the edge, the drop-off one I knew well. Any miscalculations, even a single inch and I’d lose control, the car plummeting several hundred feet to my death.

How many times had I wished for the courage to make a mistake?

Pain erupted from deep within, not from injury or disease. This was the kind that could never be healed. There was no one capable to perform a miracle.

Not even the gorgeous woman with the soulful eyes.

However, I’d never felt so entirely alive, the electric stimulation exactly what I required.

I maneuvered along the driveway, unable to get her face out of my mind, my arms shaking from the wretched tension.

After pulling into the garage and slamming on the brakes, I dropped my head onto the steering wheel, the pain exploding into agony.

I wanted her.

I would have her.

Now.

My cock throbbed, blood pumping wildly through my veins. I was crazed with need, unable to think of anything but thrusting my shaft deep inside, claiming her as mine.

Filling her with my seed.

She was a precious jewel.

The rush of adrenaline crushed down on my muscles, cutting off my blood supply. I stopped in the kitchen, smashing my fists on the edge of the counter. She was off limits at least for now.

I enjoyed the darkness, the ugly shadows filling the perfectly designed space; the most expensive appliances, the finest marble and granite. Yet everything was cold, uninviting. Just like my life.

Laughing, I dragged the jacket off my shoulders, tossing it across one of the chairs. Then I ripped at the tie, the material nothing but a noose. As I unfastened the holster, I could no more control my breathing than the dire need for the woman who called to me even in her silence.

I was losing my sense of rationality, my hold on the tightly woven reins I’d taken pride in crafting.

Her.

Even as I closed my eyes, rubbing my temple, I couldn’t get her out of my mind. She’d ripped away a portion of my soul without even trying. No. This was insane. She was mine to do with what I wanted. One taste and I’d toss her away.

I tore through the house, taking the stairs two at a time, blinded by the rapture of need. I stood outside her door, trying to catch my breath, the same vibrant spots morphing into shapes and shadows. No amount of blinking would erase them. She would accept me as her master. She would surrender.

Growling, I tumbled backwards. No. I wasn’t this kind of man. I couldn’t do this to her. After a few seconds, I eased against the wall, listening for any sign that she remained awake. There was nothing but the quiet.

And the darkness.

I rolled