Page 106 of Wallflower

“Well, don’t.”

She observes me, on her knees between my thighs. “You were moaning her name, you know?”

“What?”

“The slut from Bleakcrest. You were moaning her name.”

“I was not.” Even if I was, it’s none of her business.

“No? Are you sure about that? Because only one of us was awake when it happened.”

I stay silent, because if it is true, I can’t deny it.

“Stop pushing me away. I know this plan is dangerous, but I’m not scared. We can still be together. You don’t need her.” Shantel’s body slinks up mine as she crawls closer, brushing her tits along my cock.

The fucking thing wilts faster than I ever thought possible, and she notices.

“You’d really rather dream about one of Max’s skanks than fuck me?”

I’m struggling to keep my cool, be nice, the way Kyle requested of me. But this woman doesn’t know when to take a hint. My cock just dropped and retreated at the touch of her skin, anything I say will be taken poorly.

“What can I say? My dick’s moved on. Maybe you should too?”

Shantel moves hastily off the bed, embarrassment heavy in the body language I can make out in the faint light cast from the nightlight across the room.

I’m not afraid of the dark, I don’t want to be caught at a disadvantage because I can’t see. Who knows what could come after me when I’m most vulnerable, cradled in the arms of sweet slumber.

“You’re a fucking asshole, Ripley.”

“And you’re the idiot who snuck into my room after being tossed out on your ass the last time. Do you not learn from your mistakes?”

She swipes her robe off the back of the chair before stomping across the room and out of sight. The hotel room door slams shut, signalling her irritated departure.

Perhaps she shouldn’t have broken into my room in the dead of night, hoping for a fuck. She wouldn’t be hurt then.

Serves her right for disrupting my dream.

A dream that plays out behind my eyes as I nestle back into the blankets. I’ve never considered submission before. I demand it of my partners, but never once have I desired to reverse the roles. However, the seed’s been planted. I long to bend to Rose’s will, be tied up like her plaything.

If I broached the subject, would she be into it? Or would she laugh in my face? What man wants to be restrained? Granting his partner the freedom to do anything they desire. Would the thought of it turn her on? Or have her shying away? She loves my demanding firm touch and the way I lead our time together. There were glimmers though, blips in time where she pushed back, testing me, reminding me she’s strong, capable of biting back. Rose submits because she wants to, not because I make her.

Could I do the same?

The dream flashes in the darkness, reawakening my need for her, the urge to finally find out what her mouth feels like wrapped around my cock.

Shantel’s perfume lingers though, snuffing out the fantasy and awaking an unease in my gut.

Reaching over to the side table, I retrieve my phone.

Kyle and Shantel should be leaving soon for the airport, their flight back home leaves in a few hours. I was originally going to stay, to try and rework a weapons meet.

However, plans change and urges are impossible to ignore.

“Want me to kill you, red? Free you from this prison?”

I jerk a nod. The whimpering beg lodged in my throat beneath the fingers cutting off my ability to breathe. Brad rocks his erection against my naked ass as Sam watches from the front, entranced by the way his partner dangles me on the edge of death.

Across the room, Maximus observes. Leaning against the wall, he’s dressed like a crime boss instead of a tourist, channeling every intimidation tactic he knows. Richmond stands dutifully at his side, all black tactical gear adorning his frame, waiting for the kill order.