Page 194 of Unchained

“Good girl. Do you promise?”

I nod, squeezing my eyes shut. “I promise.”

“Do you want that massage?” he asks, his voice full of hunger.

“Only if I get a happy ending.”

He moves to one side and flips me onto my front in one swift movement. I like that he doesn’t treat me like I’m fragile, even after what happened.

I watch him open the bedside drawer and grab some kind of oil. “Do you do this often? Side hustle massages?” I ask, not hiding the jealousy.

He laughs, pouring it onto my back. “Would you believe me if I told you it was so I could massage an injury on my shoulder?”

I scoff. “Not really. Just get those big old hands to work, hubby.”

He massages me from my shoulders, down my sides and over my hips. Working in circular movements. It’s pure bliss.

When he moves to my ass, I moan in response. So naturally, he slaps my butt before working down my legs all the way to my feet. My instinct is to kick out when he touches the soles, but he holds them firm.

“Relax, baby. It’ll feel good.”

With one hand massaging my foot, his other slides back up the inside of my leg, stopping right before my pussy.

I wriggle against him, moving myself south, to put his fingers where I want them, making him laugh.

“Do you need something, sweetheart?” he mutters.

“What do you think, Sherlock?”

“I think we’re late for an important surprise.”

“No surprise is worth giving up your face between my legs right now, Colt,” I hiss.

With that, he spreads my legs apart, lifting my ass in the air. With his damn teeth, he moves my panties to the side, and he eats.

Soft and gentle to start. My hips rocking against his face to the same rhythm.

“More. More. More,” I pant.

A growl rips from him, and before I can catch my breath, he’s filling me up with his cock. Pinning my face down into the pillow and slapping my ass.

“This what you need, huh?”

“Yes!” My screams are muffled into the blanket. I come so hard, and almost embarrassingly fast, but I don’t care. Gripping onto the sheets, I let the waves of pleasure rock through me.

He pulls out, and I roll myself onto my back, wiping away the sweat on my forehead.

“You didn’t finish?” I ask, but it’s not really a question.

He tugs at his dick. “That was for you, not for me. We really have somewhere to be.”

I sit up, studying his handsome face. “I really don’t want to be kidnapped again, Colt. Tell me where we’re going.”

He chuckles, leaning in and running his fingers along my lips, and then shoving them into my mouth.

“You’ll always be safe with me, Gianna. Now get that perfect ass of yours out of bed and get dressed. Once I’ve shown you you’re surprises, I’ll tie you up and fill you with my cum all fuckin’ night until I get you pregnant. Deal?”

I think I just died.