Page 37 of The Spare

I indulge myself in another long, slow lick up between the lips of her sex before I pull away and crawl my way up her body. She's panting hard, exactly like she does when she's about three or fourmiles into a long run. Her breasts heave up and down rapidly; her brows are scrunched together as she stares back at me with a wary expression.

Liquid heat burns me up from the inside out as the blood pumps through my veins fast and mercilessly.

This is the point during her runs when she normally digs deep, forcing herself through the pain. I watch her carefully during these runs of hers, when she thinks she's alone. It's when she's the most vulnerable.

"Do you trust me?" I whisper, licking between the valley of her breasts.

"No," she says, her eyes flickering between mine. Her expression shows me she's dead serious, no hint of playfulness mars her features.

I give her a wicked smile, tilting my head to pull her nipple between my teeth and lashing it with my tongue. "Good girl," I murmur. "Because I taught you better than that. Didn't I? Never trust me when we're like this."

Her head falls back to the pillow and she whimpers, "Yes." The muscles in her arms twitch as she pulls against the rope binding her wrists to the mattress on either side of her head, and I take a second to appreciate her body. She's got a well-defined runner's physique. Except for her hips. They’re not super narrow like runners’ are. "Especially when you're tickling me."

I press my lips to the curve of her breasts, thinking back to when her sister was kidnapped and the only thing that broke her out of her depression long enough for her to eat, cry, or show any other emotion was to tickle her. I remember those times with her fondly.

It's when we became close.

I kiss up to her collarbone, pressing my lips to the soft skin there.

"Oh sweetie," I chuckle, tilting my head down and kissing her deeply. I stroke her tongue, nipping her lips and tugging, making themswell up and turn a deep red. I pull away and press my body to hers, making sure every solitary inch of me is molded to this woman. "I'm getting ready to teach you what men do to innocent women like you. I almost can't wait."

"I'm not innocent," she whispers haughtily, arching an eyebrow at me. The soft glow of the lamp next to us illuminates her just right, the light spilling across her face, her hair, her chest.

She's breathtaking.

A grin tugs at the corner of my mouth as I let another deep, knowing chuckle escape. She blushes even further, blinking up at me, unsure. I bend down and kiss her lips just once.

"Don't lie to me," I chastise her gently.

She stiffens."I'm not lying.And anyways, how would you even know?"

My eyes narrow, and I feel my face harden. "Because I made sure of it."

Her eyes go wide as understanding shifts her features from sassiness to one of understanding as it finally hits her."What?"she asks. "All those disappearances were because ofyou?"

I nod, rolling my hips against her. Jesus, she's soaking.

"I couldn't have them touching what's mine." I notch the tip of my cock in her entrance, feeling her tighten up again.

"What's yours?"Her nose scrunches up adorably, offensively.

"Yes, what'smine,"I emphasize. My back and hips are burning with the effort it's taking not to sink balls deep in her, to finally claim what I've been desiring for so long.

"I belong to myself," she stresses.

I place more of my body weight onto her, tilting my head as she nervously averts her eyes and shifts her hips a little. "Oh sweetie, you haven't belonged to yourself for averylong time. You didn't need meto be inside you for you to belong to me. I knew you were mine from the moment I laid eyes on you."

Her eyes snap back to mine and go somehow wider in shock, but I don't soften my words or even attempt to placate and soothe her by taking them back. I never say anything I don't mean. And I meant what I just said more than anything else I've ever said in my entire life.

Her pussy clenches around the tip of my cock, showing me just how much my words affect her.

My hands fist in the sheets and I widen my knees, pushing her legs far apart.

"Keep your eyes on me." I tell her, beginning to sink inside of her.

I'm ripped violently out of my sex dream to the sound of my alarm blaring at five o'clock on the dot. Heart thumping heavily in my chest, I sit up on a curse.

"Goddammit!"Falling back to the bed, I put my hands to my face and scrub hard."Fucckk!"I growl, the sound filling the room loudly, as does my discontent.