Page 17 of Lonely (Wellard Asylum #4)

Those thoughts swirled through my head as I secured the leather restraints around his wrists and ankles. Finally, I fastened the strap across his body to keep him down and pulled it tight with trembling hands.

Inhaling shakily, I climbed on top of him.

My cock was already hard and leaking precum. I trembled, feeling my heart thud and my hands grow clammy.

My hips rolled against his firm butt and I gasped at the feel of him through our clothing.

The control was intoxicating. He didn’t even know what was happening yet, and I was already losing it.

He finally stirred, lifting his head and blinking slowly. The second he saw me, panic hit, and he thrashed against the bed.

When I silenced him with a hand over his mouth, his hard body fell still, and panting breaths rushed over my fingers.

Fuck, he felt so good.

Too good.

Better than I could have imagined.

Reaching between us, I pulled his pants down, baring his pale skin.

That ass was begging for it, whether he knew it or not.

It was spread just enough to drive me fucking wild, and it clenched every time I touched him, as if he thought that would stop me.

It only made me harder. The more he resisted, the more aroused I got. He was going to learn the hard way.

I unbuckled my belt, eager to feel his skin on mine.

The moment my cock sprang free, I came down on him and then slid my hand up his warm back beneath his jumper while nuzzling his neck.

Muscle rippled beneath me, and his breathing quickened as he fought the restraints.

There was no escape. He was mine now, and I was ravenous.

“You had me drugged, you fucker.” His anger sent a zap of pleasure to my balls.

“Carter, Carter, Carter,” I whispered into the crook of his neck, as I dragged my fingers down his back and palmed his firm ass. I squeezed and breathed him in.

Sin.

Leather.

Misty midnight.

“I want you. Please let me have you.” My hips rolled again as I peered down between our bodies.

With my throbbing cock nestled between his cheeks, I thrust forward and precum beaded on the engorged head.

“Don’t make me beg.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, shivering as he fisted his hands. “No.”

I dropped my head against the back of his neck, a painful groan rattling my chest. “I’ll do anything.”

A shudder rippled through me while I fucked his ass crack slowly. So fucking slowly.

My body quivered with need as I reached between us to fist my aching shaft.

I was shaking. No amount of grinding or restraint could calm it. Every part of me throbbed with the need to fill him, to fuck him raw. If I didn’t touch him soon, I was going to fucking lose it.

I rubbed the crown over his tight exit, wishing he’d fucking say yes. I could have sunk inside him already.

“Get me out of here,” he demanded in a breathy voice muffled by the pillow. “Get me out of here, and you can have me any way you want.”

A rush of breath escaped my lips. I viciously jerked my dick, clenching my ass when my rectum tingled with pleasure. I was close already. Precum dripped on his pale skin, just above his ass.

“I could just take you now. You can’t fight me.”

“You could,” he said with a grunt. “I’d hate you for it. But if you get me out of here . . . fuck, man. You want it, don’t you?”

I sucked on his earlobe and reached beneath him to palm his cock.

He tried to shift out of reach, but there was no room to move. I was too heavy on him and it was a challenge to jerk his length from this angle.

But the feel of him in my hand . . . Big, hard, ready.

A curse fell from my lips as I took hold of his hip and pressed myself against him.

“Okay,” I whispered, bruising his skin. “I’ll get you out of here.”

It was a bad decision that would bite me in the ass.

I could already picture Mother shaking her head, but she’d never understand how good he felt beneath me.

She’d never understand the twitch in my dick when Carter grunted because I rubbed against him, or how sweet the word “fuck” sounded on his lips when I bit the crook of his neck.

I would get him out of here, take him back to my place, and push him to his knees.

He would suck my cock, and I’d come down his throat to the sound of him choking. Then I would fuck him on every surface of every room until he was finally fast asleep.

Yes, he would be mine.

With my mind made up, I kneeled over him and zipped my cock away before undoing the leather straps.

Carter rolled over and pulled his pants up, hiding his massive erection.

We exited the room, hurrying down the hallway, past the unmanned nurse’s station and reception.

No one was around to watch me use my code to open the front doors or exit into the night.

Carter looked around, barefoot and shivering in his thin gray clothes.

It was weird to see him like this, outside of the dreary, gray walls of Wellard Asylum. He looked different somehow, blanketed by the starry night sky and crisp air.

If the gravel hurt his feet, he didn’t let on, keeping up with me as I guided him to my car. He looked at the red beetle, then at me.

“I thought you’d drive something different.”

I unlocked the car, watching him over the roof. “Get in.”

He threw a look behind him, and I knew what he was thinking.

He could bolt for the woods, but we were far away, and it was close to freezing temperatures. It would take him hours to walk to town, hours he didn’t have barefoot without a coat or footwear, and he could get lost.

He entered the vehicle, and I smiled in the darkness before taking one final look at the monstrous building behind me.

The crows were asleep in their nests. A lone light shone in one of the rooms on the top floor, and a shadow moved past the window.

I joined Carter in the car, instantly struck by his masculine scent. As I turned the ignition, he blew on his cold hands, his knees touching the dashboard.

I almost suggested he shift his seat back, but it was done already.

On the drive back, Carter stared out the passenger window while I debated my options. Usually, my victims were subdued at this point and unable to run away, but I didn’t have my gun.

The closer we got to civilization, the more nervous I got.

If he ran, I would chase him.

My hands were clammy on the wheel as I watched him from the corner of my eye. He drummed his fingers on his thigh and glanced at me.

I felt that look down to my toes.

“Aren’t you going to ask me?”

He took up so much room in my small vehicle. The heat of his arm burned through me when I peered at him before focusing my attention back on the road.

“Ask you what?” I couldn’t quite hide the shake in my voice.

“Why do I kill?”

“I know why you do it.”

The headlights stretched out before us, lighting up the winding road. But it was dark in the car.

We turned a corner.

I straightened the steering wheel when I felt his big, warm hand on my thigh.

He slid it higher, watching me in the darkness.

“I want to hear you say it.” His voice was quiet, charged with something unspoken.

An electric current ran up and down my arms, and I shivered.

“You kill because it makes you feel alive. Because for a few brief moments, you’re not alone. You’re powerful. Almighty.”

I chanced a look at him, but his eyes were already on me. “You’re God.”

A ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He cupped my dick, and I nearly swerved off the road.

I jerked the wheel just in time, steering the car back on track before we hit the ditch.

A trickle of sweat slid down my spine as I cleared my throat.

“And in that moment, they’ll do anything for you.

And you like it because you finally feel something, even when you don’t.

Even when you’re so dead inside, you wonder if their screams, their fear, or their pleading eyes will finally be the thing that stirs something inside your empty shell. ”

“Who got away?” he asked.

Who do I fantasize about killing?

Another car approached us, and I flipped off the high beams. “My mother.”

“Your mother,” he mused, squeezing me through my pants.

My cock swelled as I white-knuckled the steering wheel.

“Everything you do feels good,” I admitted. “You look at me, and it feels good.”

He ignored me. “Why your mother?”

I scoffed. “She’s a bitch, and she wants me to marry Esther.”

I felt his smile in the darkness.

I felt it.

Like a caress.

“Esther,” he repeated, trying it out. “She sounds like a boring fuck.”

I released a low, frustrated moan, wishing he’d suck me off like Anna did, as though I were his favorite popsicle.

“How do you fantasize about killing her? Your mother?”

“Suck my cock,” I demanded, ignoring his question as I struggled to keep my feet on the pedals. “Put me in your mouth.”

“Answer the question, and I’ll consider it.”

I wrung the wheel while he stroked me through my pants, pausing every now and then to squeeze the outline of my cock.

“I fantasize about strangling her with my belt,” I admitted. “Sometimes, I picture taking the knife off her when she chops an onion and stabbing her.”

“It’d feel good, wouldn’t it? To finally kill her?”

“You have no idea.”

He squeezed me then and I almost came in my pants.

“Keep doing that.”

He stopped because he was a fucking tease, worse than Anna.

“What about you?” I asked. “Who got away?”

He gripped me, over the wet patch.

“You.”