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“We’ll go slow. Okay?”

“Okay,” I said, in a voice so small I couldn’t believe it belonged to me. My whole body was tense.

“Take your time.”

I bit my bottom lip and heard him draw a breath. His cock swelled in my hand.

“Just like that,” he said.

“Like what?”

“Your lip… when you bite it like that. Lick it.”

I licked my lips experimentally. Vale’s cock throbbed, stiffening.

“You’re—Christ, you’re gorgeous.”

I didn’t know why he was saying this. El Alfa hadn’t said anything at all. He’d just come in and—no. I blinked away the image. That man wasn’t here anymore. Instead, it was Vale, Vale with his ice blue eyes and muscles as hard and sculpted as ice, and white scars all over his body, God, they were everywhere.

He’s no better.

Intellectually I knew that he was as bad as El Alfa. That this kind of treatment wasn’t about him being kind to me. It was about him manipulating me. I struggled to resist my attraction as he stroked my hair back as gently as if he was my boyfriend.

He wasn’t kind. He wasn’t good. And yet, when his fingers stroked through my hair, my scalp sent tingles straight down through my spine.

“Your hair is so soft,” he murmured. “So beautiful.”

I couldn’t understand why he would try to ply me with compliments. It wasn’t as though I could argue with him about any of this. I’d tried to stop El Alfa, and it hadn’t worked.

I was terrified that I wouldn’t be able to do this, that I would do it all wrong. And then Vale might kill me.

The way he’d killed his last girlfriend.

“Please don’t.” I turned my head down, breathing out a tremble. His cock was hard in my hand, hot and throbbing. It was so big that I didn’t know how I could manage. It would be worse than El Alfa if he tried to make me take it in my mouth. Tears stung my face, burning in the back of my nose and eyes.

“Sorry,” he said. He paused to swallow, shifting his weight back. “I can… we can do this later. If you need time.”

I blinked back the tears, anger welling up to replace my self-pity. His fake concern was worse than if he had just done it.

“No,” I said bluntly. I wanted to get it over with.

He nodded solemnly. His hand cupped my chin and drew me forward. My fingers were loose around his cock. It was hard now, standing erect in front of my face.

“Kiss it,” he said. “Wet your lips and kiss it.”

I licked my lips. As I did, I felt his whole cock jump in my hand. A strange jolt of pleasure went through me. I could control him.

With only a lick of the lips, I could control him.

I tried it again, and again his cock twitched. And again, the strange burst of pleasure that I could do this.

“Jessica—” he murmured.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips against the tip. The skin was like silk stretched taut, and there was a drop of wetness at the slit. It was sticky against my lips. As I pressed my lips to the hot skin, I could feel the throb of his heartbeat through his cock.

I squeezed the hard length slightly with my hand, testing his cock like it was an animal I was meeting for the first time. A stranger. The vein under my palm beat quickly and I felt my own heartbeat begin to quicken. And how strange it was, to control him with such a little change in pressure.

“Now slide your lips over it.” His voice was a low rumble, rasping in the air. “Just the tip.”

I followed his instructions, but all of my attention was on the throb of his heart coming through my hand. I began to probe with my tongue, seeing what I could do.

With each touch of my tongue, I found the secret places that made his heartbeat quicken. The coil inside of me tightened. Feeling him enjoy what I was doing—it was as though I was experiencing it myself. I felt part of me loosen inside as he gasped with pleasure. His eyes were closed when I looked up, and he was biting his lip, and the image tore at me. I shouldn’t have been enjoying this, but I was.

“Swirl your tongue around. That’s right. All around the ridge of the tip. The most sensitive spot is right underneath on the ridge. If you—ahh!”

He reached forward to brace his hand against the wall. One of his legs was trembling. I could see the muscle in his thigh spasming.

“Fuck
.”

The word came out loud, echoing in the small cell. He swallowed hard, the sound audible in the small stone cell. I froze, unsure if I had done something wrong.

“Oh, don’t stop. Don’t—
fuck
, you feel amazing.”

There was sweat on his brow and he was still bracing himself with one strong arm over my head.

I touched my tongue again to the spot I’d found, and he groaned again. Again, too, the heat inside me blossomed. I could do this to him.

I
was in control.

“Ohhh
.”

His hips were beginning to twitch, thrusting his cock back and forth. I slid my mouth farther over his shaft with each stroke. At the tip, I would make sure to push against that spot I’d found. His cock was slick with my saliva now, and it slid through my hand even as I gripped it tighter.

“
Fuck yes. Yes. Oh God, yes!
”

I matched his rhythm, feeling his heart beat faster and faster. My own ache clenched deep inside of me. As much as I tried to shut down the thing inside of me that liked this feeling, I couldn’t. I loved the sensation of his heartbeat in my hand. I loved the smooth skin, his cock swollen hard with desire. I had created that desire.

Suddenly he stopped rocking his hips into me. Not wanting to stop, I slid my mouth forward and took him as far as I could into my mouth. My lips wrapped tight around him. I felt his hand on my shoulder.

“Oh Christ, Jessica, I’m going to come—”

His cock went rock hard and I felt the spasm come through my hand as I slid back. With my tongue, I flicked the spot just under his tip. There was no time for more before he exploded inside of my mouth.

By instinct, I swallowed, my lips still around his throbbing head. He shuddered, his hand softening its grip on my shoulder. He let out a gasp of air, and I felt him jerk again in my hand. A shiver went through him, and the shiver thrilled through my body as well.

“God, that was incredible.”

I sat back against the floor, astonished at what I’d done. This…this wasn’t me.

“Jessica—”

I’d done it. I’d liked doing it. And if he was a monster, then what did that make me?

“Jessica, come here—”

He was pulling me up, and I let him. My legs trembled as I stood, and I felt again the immense ache inside of me, the coil stretched tight. I stood up between him and the wall, the chains clinking at my sides. In the morning sunlight I saw his eyes shining bright like the sky.

Then he bent his head and kissed me.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Vale

I lost control. There was no getting around it. It had only taken what, five minutes? Ten? Her lips on my cock had turned off any rational side of my mind.

I couldn’t even pull out in time. She’d been perfect, so goddamn perfect. And then she’d stayed there, sucking the last of my come as I tried not to slam my hips into her while I orgasmed.

So when I pulled her up from the ground, there was nothing I wanted more than to kiss her. My lips pressed against hers, hot and wanting. I’d thrust my tongue against her bottom lip, sucking and biting, and she moaned a small, needy moan that made my cock throb again right away.

“Jessica—”

I kissed her again and again, and my hands drifted down over her curves as I pinned her up against the wall. Her lips yielded almost instantly to mine. Her body arched forward against me.

She was breathless, and I did not let her breathe. I wanted to cover her with my kisses.

I shoved her hips back, pinning them tightly against the wall. She yelped as my mouth moved down to her neck, sucking hard under the collar. Not hard enough to leave any marks. Just enough for a taste. She was sweet and salty and I licked her neck, wanting more.

“Ohh—”
she cried.

I kissed her again, sucking the breath from her lungs. My hand slid down under her panties, and I was shocked to find her already soaking wet. Even though I’d just come, I was instantly hard again.

“Fuck, Jessica. Look at how wet you are.”

My fingers slid along her dripping slit. I stroked lightly, teasing little strokes. She squirmed against me, soft cries escaping her lips as I stroked her under her panties. My fingers dipped into that sweetness, and I could feel her clenching against me.

“I want you. Jessica, oh God, Jessica.”

I wanted to taste her so badly. I wanted to give her the same pleasure she had just given me. My hands tore her panties down. She yelped as I shoved down the fabric and grabbed at my hands.

“Vale,” she said.

It was the sound of my name on her lips. She’d never said my name like that before. It made me pause. In an instant, I blinked and saw her as she really was. Her wrists were cuffed, the chains running outward on both sides. She had a collar around her throat. I had her trapped. She was a prisoner.

She was
my
prisoner.

I tensed up, pulling my hands away from her. Something in her face changed, as she looked up at me. A question in her face. This was all part of training for her, I realized. My stomach lurched.

My prisoner.

“Vale?”

I looked down into her innocent face, her hair haloed by the sunlight. Such a beautiful woman. She didn’t deserve this. Not at my hand, not at anyone’s hand. I hated myself then for what I had done to her. Dirty work? This was way past dirty. This was wrong.

“I’m sorry,” I said quietly. “I’ll stop now. You did so well. You’re perfect. I don’t… I’m sorry.”

I bit my lip, unable to form another sentence. Her eyes searched my face. I don’t know what she was looking for, but whatever it was, she wouldn’t find it. I was blank, empty. I was hollow with the horror of what I’d done. She didn’t look scared anymore, though. As she looked into my eyes, I saw a deep well of courage inside of her.

More than that, though, I could see that some small part of her was suffused with desire. It was there, clear as day, and despite everything, I found myself hoping that her desire was real.

Then her lips parted. Her voice trembled, but when she spoke, it was an order, not a question.

“Vale. Don’t stop.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Jessica

I couldn’t stand the thought of him leaving me again, unsatisfied and longing for release.

That wasn’t the reason I told him not to stop, though. It was the reason I told myself. But a darker part of me knew the truth: I loved the way he touched me.

I loved the way he pressed my hips back into the wall with his strong hands. I loved that he tore kisses from my mouth, ripping my breath away. And a terrible part of me loved that I was tied, that I couldn’t do anything. He was completely in control of me, no matter how I controlled his desire.

He’s the bad guy.

My mind reminded me over and over again, but it didn’t matter. My body responded to his touch with absolutely no concern for dignity or morality. There was no right or wrong, my body told me. There was only the thick burning feeling that made me ache for him to touch me, to kiss me.

Would he fuck me now?

I’d told him not to stop, but I realized as I did that I had no idea what he was going to do with me. And just as quickly, my body told me that I wanted whatever he had to offer. His cock in my mouth had turned on the fire inside my core. When he’d shoved his hand down my panties, I knew what he wanted. I wanted it too, at least part of me did.

Vale went back to the door, tightened the chains on the wall, all the while looking at me. My arms went tight, the chains pulling them out on both sides of my body. He came back over, still staring at me with a strange look on his face. A gentle look.

He’s the bad guy.

He bent his head and kissed me. I lifted my chin, parting my lips, but the kiss was just a brush of his lips. Then his hand wrapped around my throat just under the collar, and he tilted my chin to the side. His mouth fluttered soft kisses along my neck around the line of leather, down to my collarbone. Such delicate kisses, completely unlike the ones he’d given me before. The coil inside me wound tighter, and I clenched as he let his tongue slip out, darting small licks as he sank down. His hand slid under my bra, cupping my breast. Instead of kneading it, he brushed his thumb over the nipple. A shiver rippled through me.

“Ohh—” I started to cry, but he was already pulling my legs apart. No. He wasn’t. He couldn’t be.

“I want to taste you,” he murmured. His voice was hoarse. It made me weak inside.

“Vale…”

He was kneeling now, and the coil inside me was tightening, tightening. All of my desire had been pent up, and now there was nothing to keep it back. When his tongue slid around my swollen clit, I cried out. A white starburst went off behind my eyes.

“Ohhhh
!”

It was an orgasm unlike I’d ever given myself. The coil sprung with fiery speed. Explosive pleasure shuddered my body, and I felt my legs give way.

If his hands hadn’t been pinning my hips back against the wall, I would have slid to the floor. Every part of my body was liquid, it seemed. Nothing was real anymore, everything shook and trembled.

His tongue swirled around me, sending ripple after ripple of energy shivering through me. The waves of orgasm ripped through me again and again, burning through my body like wildfire.

I realized that I was whimpering, squirming slowly above him.

“That was fast,” he said. I could tell without looking that he was smiling.

Then his hands lifted from my hips. I braced myself against the wall. The stone was cool under my fingers. It was the only cool thing in the room. The air had turned sweltering.

Instead of standing, though, he slipped both of his hands between my legs. Before I could realize what he was doing, he had hooked my knees over his arms and was holding me up. His face was planted firmly between my thighs.