Precarious

“I didn’t disobey you,” I grunt, squirming. “You never told me I couldn’t use the phone.”

“You’re a prisoner. When do prisoners ever get to use the phone?”

“I’m not a prisoner,” I protest. “Prisoners don’t get finger fucked.”

He laughs, the piece of shit.

“Good point.”

“Get off me,” I wail angrily.

He shackles me down and then stares down at me, grey eyes on blue. “You comfortable?”

“I hate you.”

“Can I get you anything?”

“Eat a big dick.”

“Water? Food? A cock to shut that pretty mouth?”

“You even so much as think about putting that thing near my mouth and I’ll—”

He kisses me.

He fucking kisses me.

And I like it; I can’t lie. His lips are soft, his stubble scratchy in the best possible way against my cheeks. His tongue is forceful, yet sweet as hell. He kisses me until my mind is spinning and my heart is pounding. He keeps going until I’m wet for him, aching for him to slide between my legs and fuck me until I’m screaming his name.

Then he pulls away.

Asshole.

Mega asshole.

“Now, go to sleep and start behavin’.”

He gets off me and leaves.

Leaves.

Jesus. It’s going to be a long night.

CHAPTER NINE

I was right. It is a super long night. I toss, turn, groan and ache. By the time morning sheds its light through the window, I’m more exhausted then I was the day before.

Krypt comes in the room first thing, his hair ruffled with sleep, his jeans unbuttoned and hanging low enough that I can see the touch of hair poking out the top.

“Sleep?” he murmurs, lifting his hands, causing his muscles to flex. He runs them through his hair and down over his face.

“No, because I’m cuffed and sore.”

He stares at me. “Why didn’t you yell out?”

“Seriously?” I gape. “You put me here. I didn’t think I had a choice.”

He sighs and shakes his head. “Come on, I’ll get you some food and then you can sleep some more.”

He walks over and uncuffs me. The minute my hands are free, I shoot my fist out and I hit him in the side of his jaw. It clearly takes him by surprise because I get a decent, hard hit in. He roars and stumbles backwards, tripping on the rug and landing on his ass. I throw myself out of the bed, groaning in pain as my sore body moves.

“That’s what you get for cuffing me, you big jerk-off,” I growl, stepping over him.

“You’ll fuckin’ pay for that.”

“Yeah, yeah, tell that to my fist.”

I grin all the way down to the shower. I turn the water on and step underneath it. I groan and close my eyes, the warm water easing everything. Then suddenly, it turns freezing cold. I squeal and reach over to adjust the temperature, but it makes no difference. Then I realize that Krypt has obviously turned another tap on, probably a few, making the water run through cold.

“You piece of shit!” I bellow. “You’ll pay!”

“Tell that to the washing machine.” He laughs from down the hall.

I leap out, turning the taps off quickly. I wrap a towel around myself and charge out and down the hall. I step into the kitchen and without thinking, I speed towards him. He’s grinning, his arms crossed over his chest. I don’t even look at the rug on the floor, and just my luck, I topple straight over when my foot gets caught.

I land on the ground with a thump, and in my haste to get up my towel drops off. Literally, it just drops off. I squeal, grabbing for it, but Krypt is quicker. He reaches down and tugs it out, dangling it in front of me with a wicked laugh as I try to cover all my bits.

“I’ll kill you,” I cry. “Kill, slowly, with a blunt knife. I’m going for your eyes first, I’m going to pop them out and squash them. Give me my towel.”

“Nice ass, babe.” He chuckles.

“Fuck you,” I bark. “You piece of shit.”

I crawl towards him, hoping he can’t see what I have to offer.

“Fuckin’ nice tat, too.”

“I’ll stab you.”

He kneels down, dangling the towel in front of me. “Best you reach up and get it.”

I shove my hand out and I hit him clean in the nuts. He roars and topples backwards, and I take my chance to snatch my towel and turn to scurry away. He rolls, catching my wrist and pulling it out from underneath me. I land on my face with a cry. He throws himself towards me, taking my hands and flipping me over.

Then his body is over mine.

“Are you finished?” he breathes, staring down at me.

“Not even close,” I growl.

“Then we’ll stay here all fuckin’ day.”

“Get off me, you—”

“Do I need to kiss you again?” he asks, cutting me off.

“Fuck you.”

“I can do that,” he says, lazily making circles with his finger on my cheek. “All it would take is a quick jerk of my jeans, and then my cock would be sinking deep inside you. And trust me, sweetheart, I fuckin’ want it there.”

“You’re a pig.”

He leans down, bringing his lips so close to my ear. I shiver. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it. You would have loved to know I stroked over my cock last night, thinkin’ of your sweet pussy. And baby, when I came, it felt so fuckin’ good.”