had thrown myself into the dirt after Lola, thinking I could save her. It served me right.
Tears flooded my eyes. There was nothing I could do about it. After all these years of preaching at Lola for being careless, and I was the one who fucked up. With his words, he took all the fight from me in an instant, and everything I had used to sustain myself turned out to be a lie. The only thing holding me up was his body pressing into mine.
He saw it when I gave in. When I went limp under him. His eyes grew brighter, like he had won something from me. Like he had taken some power from me, and now it made him stronger.
And still I couldn’t do anything but let the tears spill down my cheeks.
Chapter 2
Vic
The phone alarm went off, cutting across my awareness. Cutting the ties that bound us together.
She was crying.
I pulled back to let go of her. I released her arms, letting her bring them down in front of her. The ruler fell with a clatter.
She was really crying now.
I seemed to come back slowly from the red hot haze that had burned through me since I had heard Sierra call me Jersey in that snide, condescending tone.
Like I was nothing.
B ut boy, she had changed her tune after Monica had gossiped about how rich and successful I was. Sierra was just that type of girl, the kind who came here looking for their 50 Shades billionaire master who would tuck them into the lap of luxury and blindfold them every once in a while when they had sex.
Sierra looked up at me in fear, tears trembling on her lashes.
I couldn’t help it; I pulled her against my chest, holding her tightly. “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.”
She melted into me and cried even harder, in relief or whatever was racking her right now. Maybe my mindfuck had triggered something, a memory of something awful in her past. No telling, since I knew nothing about her.
I liked her even better like this. Crying… vulnerable… My hard-on felt shameful, even as my dick throbbed harder for attention, urging me to grind into her again. Like when I held her helpless against the wall.
No use in lying to myself. I had done it on purpose. I wanted to make her feel bad after she made the darkness close in around me. I wanted to scare the living daylights out of her and bring her down a notch or two.
And she had handed herself over to me on a silver platter. Throwing the dice that I was her prince charming in leather.
As I cradled her head, I realized her wig was slipping off. I caught it before it fell, still holding tight to her. She bent her face into her hands against my chest.
Her real hair was silky soft, falling in a long dark cascade down her back.
It was like a mask had been ripped off her. The bold riot of magenta curls was gone, revealing a young woman with make-up smeared down her face as she looked up. Her dark eyes were huge, beseeching, the black lashes impossibly long. Her defenses were gone, that sassy tongue with a quick retort now stilled.
Suddenly I wanted to protect her—from guys like me! I felt like an asshole, and it was a serious rush at the same time, which made it even more fucked up.
My throat got tight as I stroked her hair. “Don’t ever let a stranger tie you up,” I murmured.
She sniffed. “I get that.”
“I told you things could go wrong. But you wouldn’t listen, chasing after that guy you don’t even know.”
Her eyes focused, losing some of that awful glazed look. “Was that supposed to be some kind of lesson?”
I wanted to say yes, but mostly it happened because I wanted it to. “Call it whatever.”
“I don’t know what that was!” Sierra managed to pull away from me.
The guys who had been watching were melting away quickly, sensing a scene gone bad and wanting to distance themselves from it. I felt even more conspicuous. I had lost my mind for a minute. What a stupid game to play with someone I didn’t know!
I offered Sierra the wig, and she took it, watching me
Tears flooded my eyes. There was nothing I could do about it. After all these years of preaching at Lola for being careless, and I was the one who fucked up. With his words, he took all the fight from me in an instant, and everything I had used to sustain myself turned out to be a lie. The only thing holding me up was his body pressing into mine.
He saw it when I gave in. When I went limp under him. His eyes grew brighter, like he had won something from me. Like he had taken some power from me, and now it made him stronger.
And still I couldn’t do anything but let the tears spill down my cheeks.
Chapter 2
Vic
The phone alarm went off, cutting across my awareness. Cutting the ties that bound us together.
She was crying.
I pulled back to let go of her. I released her arms, letting her bring them down in front of her. The ruler fell with a clatter.
She was really crying now.
I seemed to come back slowly from the red hot haze that had burned through me since I had heard Sierra call me Jersey in that snide, condescending tone.
Like I was nothing.
B ut boy, she had changed her tune after Monica had gossiped about how rich and successful I was. Sierra was just that type of girl, the kind who came here looking for their 50 Shades billionaire master who would tuck them into the lap of luxury and blindfold them every once in a while when they had sex.
Sierra looked up at me in fear, tears trembling on her lashes.
I couldn’t help it; I pulled her against my chest, holding her tightly. “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.”
She melted into me and cried even harder, in relief or whatever was racking her right now. Maybe my mindfuck had triggered something, a memory of something awful in her past. No telling, since I knew nothing about her.
I liked her even better like this. Crying… vulnerable… My hard-on felt shameful, even as my dick throbbed harder for attention, urging me to grind into her again. Like when I held her helpless against the wall.
No use in lying to myself. I had done it on purpose. I wanted to make her feel bad after she made the darkness close in around me. I wanted to scare the living daylights out of her and bring her down a notch or two.
And she had handed herself over to me on a silver platter. Throwing the dice that I was her prince charming in leather.
As I cradled her head, I realized her wig was slipping off. I caught it before it fell, still holding tight to her. She bent her face into her hands against my chest.
Her real hair was silky soft, falling in a long dark cascade down her back.
It was like a mask had been ripped off her. The bold riot of magenta curls was gone, revealing a young woman with make-up smeared down her face as she looked up. Her dark eyes were huge, beseeching, the black lashes impossibly long. Her defenses were gone, that sassy tongue with a quick retort now stilled.
Suddenly I wanted to protect her—from guys like me! I felt like an asshole, and it was a serious rush at the same time, which made it even more fucked up.
My throat got tight as I stroked her hair. “Don’t ever let a stranger tie you up,” I murmured.
She sniffed. “I get that.”
“I told you things could go wrong. But you wouldn’t listen, chasing after that guy you don’t even know.”
Her eyes focused, losing some of that awful glazed look. “Was that supposed to be some kind of lesson?”
I wanted to say yes, but mostly it happened because I wanted it to. “Call it whatever.”
“I don’t know what that was!” Sierra managed to pull away from me.
The guys who had been watching were melting away quickly, sensing a scene gone bad and wanting to distance themselves from it. I felt even more conspicuous. I had lost my mind for a minute. What a stupid game to play with someone I didn’t know!
I offered Sierra the wig, and she took it, watching me
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