Page 36 of Reclaimed

I’ve got all fucking night.

The enforcers came for her roommate just before Jersey returned. I’d been waiting in the air duct, my muscles cramping from the way I had to cram my body into the space. I heard them arguing over who got to escort the girl to her evaluation, each wanting his turn with her, so I doubt she’ll be back any time soon.

I slip my phone from my pocket to confirm the looped footage I set up is still running on the security feed, satisfied to find that it is. I don’t want any interruptions while I put an end to this fucking itch.

I’m going to ruin her.

The water cuts off, followed by the quiet scuffs of her slippered feet as she returns to the room. My dick stirs to life as I peel away from the shadows, erasing the distance between us without making a sound. I wrap a tattooed hand around her throat, her shoulders instantly tensing like she’s prepared to fight back.

Too late.

“Miss me, little stray?” I growl, pulling her small body flush against mine.

Her pulse thrums wildly beneath my thumb, tits lifting as she drags in a thin, wheezing breath.

“No one will hear you,” I say, my fingers flexing their grip. “And even if they could, do you really think they’d come to your rescue?” I click my tongue. “You’re smarter than that, Jersey.”

Her breath hitches in response to me using her actual name. She twists against my hold, but I tighten my grip, sinking my teeth into the soft flesh beneath her ear. A whimper catches in her throat, my cock instantly thickening.

“Wh-what…do you want?” she manages between shallow breaths, still uselessly squirming to get free.

My grip loosens around her throat as I band my other arm around her waist, sinking into the chair beside her bed and pulling her onto my lap. “That fire of yours,” I murmur, realizing she’s even smaller than I thought as her weight settles on me. That only galvanizes the conviction when I growl, “I want a fucking taste.”

“Leave me alone,” she huffs.

My hand slides beneath the hem of her sweatshirt, palming her tit. “I will. Right after I find out whether you fight this hard while my cock’s splitting you open.” The beat beneath my thumb kicks faster, my lips curling in satisfaction. “That excite you?”

“No,” she spits, arching away from my palm.

“Liar,” I chuckle, hand sliding down her taut stomach and beneath the waistband of her sweats to cup her pussy.

Her throat bobs with a hard swallow as my fingers glide over the damp fabric of her panties. “Keep lying with that quick mouth, little stray. Your body doesn’t know how.”

“Get your fucking hands off me,” she grits out, squirming and buckling her hips.

I let her keep writhing, her ass grinding harder against my lap until my cock’s straining behind my zipper. Her defiance rips through my system like a speedball, every nerve crackling as instinct burns through the last of my control.

She stills, her breath hitching as I shove her panties to the side.

“Don’t go shy on me now,” I growl, the pad of my finger tracing along her wet slit. “I came for the fight.”

I pinch her clit, and she thrashes.

“Let. Go,” she snarls, her head whipping back against my shoulder. “Riggs...”

“There it is,” I taunt, circling harder. “Say my name like it’s a fucking threat.”

“Ri–” she starts, but it dissolves into a gasp when I shove two fingers inside her. She turns her head, teeth piercing the side of my neck and biting down hard. It’s probably meant to deter me, but it only eggs me on.

“Fuck,” I pant, her warm, wet walls clenching tightly around my fingers as she rocks her hips. “All that fight…” I drag my hand back before driving my fingers in again. “All that rage, you need to put it somewhere.”

Blood drips down my neck as she releases me with a soft mewl, tilting her head back just enough to glare up at me, hazel eyes full of spite.

“It’s fucked up,” I murmur, holding her gaze as I add a third finger. “They tried to use pain as a leash to control you, but you turned it into a fuse.” My fingers drive deeper, my grip tightening on her throat. “Burn for me.”

Her hand scrabbles against my arm, nails dragging along my ink as her struggle starts to wane. She bucks against my fingers, her hips matching my savage rhythm as she grinds her clit against the heel of my hand.

Her breath fractures into ragged pants as her back arches against my chest, her body anchored to mine by my grip on her throat and the fingers buried inside her. Her cunt seizes around them, pulsing as warmth gushes over my palm and runs down my wrist.