Oh my God. Oh my God.
This wasn’t happening.
Everything about this was wrong, but it felt so right. My head a mess, I couldn’t think anymore. His tongue was driving into my pussy, and God help me, I wanted to come.
My legs on his shoulders, my ass in the air, I gripped the damn faucet so hard, I thought I would break it. “You’re not even close,” I lied.
His teeth raked over my clit, then he increased the pressure of his tongue.
Squeezing my inner walls, conditioned by years of abuse, I told myself not to come. Desperate, I said something I’d never said to Viktor or Alex. “Stop.”
Dane’s response was immediate.
His tongue left my cunt, his hand left my tit, and he gently lowered me to my feet.
My thighs shaking, my chest on the counter, my hands still holding on to the faucet, I didn’t move.
I panicked.
Every horrific thing Viktor had told me he would do to me if I cheated on him flooded my mind, and I started to shake.
I’d left. He’d sent Peter to kill me. We were done. I knew that. But I couldn’t stop thinking about his threats.
A blanket wrapped around my body and the silent alpha who’d come home to a woman in his house gently pulled my hands off the faucet without a word.
Forced to hold the blanket or risk losing it, I pulled it up to my chest and pushed off the counter. “Thank you,” I murmured.
He didn’t speak, and I didn’t look up.
But I saw him. He was right there. His hip leaning on the counter, he was facing me. And he was waiting. I didn’t know a single thing about this man except that he was frighteningly beautiful in the most austere way possible and he was a cold-blooded killer.
But I’d lost my fear of what he was capable of doing with a weapon. I pulled the blanket tighter. “I’m tired.”
He inhaled, and then his deep, hypnotic voice filled the space between us. “What did he threaten you with?”
I shouldn’t have been surprised that he figured out Viktor had threatened me. Dane watched me for reactions. I knew he gauged my body language, and his questions were too poignant. He was an observer like Viktor, but the similarities ended there. “You’re not much younger than him.”
“Thirty-three,” he answered.
I nodded. Viktor would be forty-three next month. Five years ago, I was flattered that such a well-dressed, thirty-eight-year-old successful businessman was paying attention to an eighteen-year-old innocent girl. Little did I know. “I was stupid… when I met him.”
“He preyed on you.”
“Maybe.” Or maybe I’d just been desperate enough to let it happen. I didn’t want to be that desperate for a man ever again, so I did what I never did with Viktor. I lifted my head and faced Dane head-on. “This is the first time I cheated on him.”
His expression locked, he stated the obvious. “You slept with Vega.”
“He made me. He said Alex was my gift.” My anger toward Viktor grew by the second. “But he forbade me to enjoy it. He said he owned my pleasure. He said if I was going to come, it better be at his hands. He told me not to let my body fail him while I was with Alex, or he’d punish me. He convinced me he would be able to tell, and I believed him so I never let myself come.” I didn’t know why I was telling Dane this, except that I needed to tell someone, and I didn’t have a someone. I didn’t have anyone besides Viktor and Alex, but now Alex had found his someone and Dane was here and he’d killed Peter and he’d protected me, but more, he’d stopped. He’d stopped when I’d told him to stop, which was something Viktor had never done. I couldn’t explain why that made Dane more dangerous to me than Viktor ever was, but it did.
I stared at a man who would ruin me worse than Viktor ever could, then I gave him the ammunition to do it. “That was my trigger. You said you would own my pleasure. But I walked away from that. I walked away from a man who owned every single thing about me for five long years, and I didn’t think I would make it past the front door when I left, but I did. I made it, and I told myself no man would ever own me again.” I pushed down the memories of five years of painful paddlings and endless hours of being tied naked to every piece of furniture and fixture in the house. I swallowed the shame of my body’s response to every forced orgasm that came after every punishment, and I sucked in a breath for courage.
“But then you said my orgasms would be yours. And oh God, I wanted it.” I desperately wanted to know the kind of pleasure he was offering. “I wanted it so bad, I was willing to forget everything I promised myself just to feel it… to feel you.” My voice dropped to a whisper and I hung my head. “Because the second you walked into your house and I saw you, I wanted to be yours.”
His huge arms caught me and pulled me in close. His body heat surrounded me as the scent of my desire mixed with his soap and gas and the scent of man. It filled my lungs as he did something no man had ever done.
He held me.
Silent and strong and no agenda, he simply held me.
My heart broke.