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She took in the tops and jeans, her eyes brightening a little bit. “You went shopping for me?”
“Yup. I got you some boots, bras and underwear as well. You can’t wander around the brothers commando like this.” I dug in the bag and got a little, white box. “I also got you a phone. The old one is broken. You can’t use it after the attack anyway.”
A tiny smile crossed her lips. “That’s very thoughtful of you. Thank you.”
Her hand touched mine as she took the box. I twined my fingers with hers and brought her hand to my lips.
She quickly pulled her hand from mine. “What else is in the bag?”
I filled my chest with air, ignoring her reaction to my touch, reminding myself to be patient. Then I smirked playfully. “Does the duffle bag bring any memories?”
Her gaze dropped to the bag, her brows tied. “Really?”
“Yes.” My skin tingled. “You’re angry, Cammie. You need to let it out.”
Something flicked in her big brown eyes. “You want me to let it out like this? On you?”
“Hell yeah.” I’d gladly beg for it, too.
“I don’t feel mad, Dusty. I should be, but I don’t feel it. But if I did, I wouldn’t be mad atyou.”
“Maybe, but I still want you to take it all out on me. So use me, baby. I’m here for you. There’s nothing in the world that I wouldn’t do for you.” I took her hand in mine again. “Please.”
She didn’t take it away this time. She peeked at the BDSM toys in the bag. “If I use these on you…now…when I’m like this…I’ll hurt you.” Her eyes returned on me. “Really bad.”
I swallowed, my dick swelling at the thought alone. The threat. The danger. The anticipated rush. “I deserve it.”
The same look she had when I ordered Chain and Serial to go stand on the roof glazed over her eyes. She wanted this as much as I did. Her perfect nipples confirmed it.
She didn’t speak right away, and she seemed to be struggling with something. Her afflicted conscience, I assumed. “No, you don’t. I don’t blame you for what happened. It wasn’t your fault.”
Yes, it was. I didn’t get out in time. I let the darkness get the best of me and drove her away. I left when I should have stayed. I didn’t protect her from the monsters I trusted and called my family.
Everything was my fault, and I deserved to be punished.
“I blame myself.” My eyes pleaded with her. “I really need this, Cammie.” I squeezed her hand. “I need you.”
CHAPTER 28
Dusty
Cameron took one last look at the duffle bag before the last wall of her resistance fell down. “Strip.”
My cock and heart leapt at her command. “Yes, Mistress.”
She chose a collar and wrist cuffs and tossed them at me. “Put the collar on and cuff yourself to the bed.” She picked some rope and a whip, and then she eyed me as I stood naked in front of her, my hard-on untamed.
Her eyes and voice were devoid of emotion. It hurt me to see this beautiful girl who opened her heart to a guy like me, the girl who, without thinking, hugged her captive when he started shaking, shut down like this. She’d been through a lot, enough darkness to swallow big men whole. How much could a person take anyway? It was only a matter of time before Cameron closed down and became the woman I saw now.
“What are you waiting for? I want you on all fours on the bed, collared, cuffed, ass in the air. Now.”
On all fours? She wouldn’t even look at me?
I didn’t like it, but I obeyed. I was begging her to punish me, and she finally agreed. I couldn’t back down when all I was trying to do was make her open up and feel again. She could hurt me all she wanted. If that was the price to feel back her love, I was ready to pay.
With the collar on as tight as possible around my neck, I went on my knees in the middle of the bed and cuffed one hand to the bed post while she did the other.
A shiver ran down my spine as I saw her hard eyes. They were hungry but not for love. For darkness a guy like me would feed. “Gonna tie my ankles, too?”