Page 46 of He Knows When You're Awake

I want it dark. I want it dangerous. I want his hand to squeeze around my neck until I can barely inhale... wait... what the fuck? Why am I even... but I want. I do.

“Please,” I whisper, not even sure what I’m asking for. I don’t know how to voice exactly what I want. But I do know one thing. I know that I want more of him.

Cole’s response is immediate and fierce. His mouth crashes down on mine once again, his hands continuing to roam my body, gripping my hips and pulling me even closer against him. The chain between the handcuffs presses against his chest, the metal warming between our bodies.

Cole’s hands slide down to my thighs, and in one swift motion he lifts me up, pinning me against the wall. I loop my bound arms around his neck, the chain pressing against his nape. I then wrap my legs around his waist instinctively, gasping at the friction this new position creates.

His lips find mine again, the kiss deep and demanding. I match his intensity, pouring all my pent-up longing into the kiss. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. I want to drown in this moment, in him.

“I don’t fuck easy. I don’t fuck sweet.”

“I don’t want easy,” I breathe against his lips. “And I don’t need sweet.”

He rewards me with another kiss, his tongue battling with mine for dominance. I surrender willingly, melting into him.

I can tell this man likes to hurt but in the best way possible.

Cole’s hands move to the hem of my dress, slowly inching it upward. “This needs to go,” he growls, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull the garment over my head. He has to work around the handcuffed wrists, briefly opening one, threading the fabric through the chain before yanking my panties down.

Oh. My. God. I’m. Naked.

The cool air hits my bare skin, and instead of cowering or trying to cover myself, I embrace it. But then his hands are on me again, hot and demanding, and I forget about everything else. He cups my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples, and I moan at the sensation.

His mouth replaces his hands, tongue swirling around one nipple as his fingers pinch and tease the other. I cry out, my back arching off the wall.

Cole spreads his jacket across the floor beside the jewelry display and lowers me onto it with surprising gentleness. But there’s nothing gentle about the way he looks at me. His eyes are dark with desire, hungry and predatory.

Cole stands over me. “Spread your legs, baby. I want to see that pussy on display.”

I hesitate for a moment, a flicker of self-consciousness passing through me. But the way Cole is looking at me—like he wants to devour me whole—banishes any lingering doubts. Slowly, I part my legs, feeling exposed and vulnerable under his intense gaze.

He finishes removing his shirt, revealing a toned chest and abs that... fuck me... I knew the man would be good-looking. But Jesus Christ this is taking it to a completely new level.

Cole’s eyes rake over my body, his gaze so intense I can almost feel it like a physical touch. He reaches out, tracing a finger along the inside of my thigh, inching closer to my pussy. “Wider.”

I obey, spreading my legs further apart and exposing myself to him completely.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls, his voice low and rough. “I can’t wait to feel my cock buried inside of you.”

“I’m on the pill,” I somehow say as he kneels between my legs.

He gives me a wicked smile as he aligns his body with mine, the heat from his hard cock pressing against my wetness. “I know.”

His thumb circles my clit slowly as he pushes inside me all at once—no gentle stretching, no gradual accommodation. The burn makes me scream into his shoulder as my cuffed hands clutch at his back, unable to find purchase.

“Let’s spread this tight pussy of yours,” he rasps against my neck while I tremble beneath him. I don’t know why I’m slightly stunned by the dirty talk coming from Cole, but it only makes me clench around him harder. His groan vibrates against my collarbone as he withdraws almost completely before slamming back in with brutal precision. “That’s it—squeeze me just like that while I ruin you.”

The rhythm of his thrusts builds, sharp and punishing, flesh meeting flesh in relentless tempo. He licks a stripe up my throat before biting down at the center of my chest, the pressure threatening to blur my vision. My hips rise desperately to meet his punishing rhythm, each snap of his pelvis wringing another broken sound from my lips.

“Look at me.” His command slices through the haze when I obey; his gaze holds me more trapped than any chain. There’s no softness there, only feral possession. “You take this cock like you were made for it.”

I am. I am. The thought loops wildly as he drags a hand between us, fingertips finding my clit again and rubbing tight circles that fray my sanity.

Pleasure coils like live wire beneath my skin, every nerve alight—until suddenly his thumb stills, denying release as he slows his thrusts to a torturous grind.

“Cole—”

“Beg.” A wicked smile as he watches tears of frustration prick my eyes. “Or don’t you want it bad enough?”