Chapter 16

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Every step, every pull of my muscles, my body was screaming through the soreness. Bram had stayed true to his word, retrieving me the first night and the next morning. He was insatiable, continuously returning at odd times throughout the day. It wasn’t that I had to care about my roommate anymore. She was removed shortly after his first nightly visit, but it was the guards I worried about. They were looking at me differently. I didn’t like it.

“Faster, slave.”

I clasped my hands as I picked up the pace behind Bram. It had been five days since our first sexual encounter and even now, I couldn’t process what was happening. What did I feel for him? There was something. There always had been. Sure, he scared me, but I couldn’t dismiss the times I’d seen his tenderness. He’d helped me more than once over the years. Even now, I prayed he was saving me from some disaster only he knew was coming.

“Slave.”

The growled threat had me practically running to stay close. I didn’t like these constant visits. There were eyes everywhere. Every door we passed housed Masters. Every entrance into a new hall presented a guard. I had to say something … but what? Sorry, Mr. Whitlock, I can’t see you anymore? I couldn’t do that. He wouldn’t listen even if I did. And did I want to stop seeing him?

No.

Bram’s quarters came within view and I kept my head down as we neared the entrance. The moment he had the lock undone, he swept me inside and pulled me up to straddle him. The hunger that met my lips, my tongue, was one I couldn’t help but return. Damn this situation and the bastard he portrayed himself to be. In these moments, I saw the real him. The one he tried so hard to hide away.

“Did they do as I instructed?”

“You know they did,” I said, between kissing him. “I know you watched. I know you smell it on me.”

“Of course I watched. Do you think I trust those bastards in the shower room with you?”

Fingers wove through my hair, pulling my head back as Bram bit and sucked against the side of my neck. My back arched and I blindly pulled, loosening his tie. He let go and I dove back for his mouth. I barely got to taste him before I broke away gasping. Two fingers slid in deep, nearly taking my breath away. A moan poured from me as I went back to slide my tongue against his.

The grip around my waist tightened while he thrust in a slow pace. In all the times my old master had my body, it had never been like this. Not even close. There was no passion or lust. I knew my duty and I tried to make him happy by doing it. Here … Bram was introducing me to a world of sensations I’d never experienced before.

“I knew the scent would be a good match for your skin. I could already smell you all over my bed … on me. Now I’m going to smell this new you in its place. It’s stronger and will last longer. You’ll be here even when you’re not. And the same will go for you. From now on, you wear this. Every day. Even if you aren’t expecting me. This is me on you—with you. You’ll never be alone.”

I drew back, seeing his brow crease. Whatever he was thinking he wouldn’t say.

“Just wear it,” he said, angrily.

A smile wanted to come at the withdraw of his tenderness, but I knew better than to make it obvious. He was trying to fight what he felt so hard.

“I’ll wear it every day.”

The fingers that had stilled inside of me slowly began to move again. I rested my cheek against his, bringing my other hand up to cup his rough cheek. The combination of my arousal combined with the stubble electrified the pleasure. He hadn’t shaved today … or yesterday for that matter. I loved the darkening on his cheeks and how rugged it made him look. And the feel. God, I’d felt it everywhere only hours ago.

“I will wear it every day and I will think of you—of this right here.” I moaned, rocking my hips. “Will you think of these moments when you think of me?”

The thrusting increased while he bit into my shoulder. Instead of answering, he lowered us to the bed. My dress was pulled off almost instantly. Without anything underneath like he instructed, I was already ready for him.

“So smooth.” His fingertips rubbed over my shaved folds, circling around to dip back into my entrance. As the thrusts continued, he jerked at the buttons of his shirt, removing it. I watched, half eager to help, half savoring every inch of his skin that became exposed. His body was like nothing I’d ever seen. The hard muscle of his chest and shoulders, down to his defined abs, left me tracing the lines and dips long after we finished. It also usually led to him having me again before he returned me to my cell.

I bit my bottom lip, gripping into the comforter as he rotated his shoulder to push even deeper. My legs spread wide on instinct and I rocked down to meet him. His eyes darted from where he thrust, to my face, and the sound that left him made me even more impatient. He was always watching my every expression.

“Master?”

“No.” He gave a hard shake, denying my need of him as I reached out. It was followed by his other hand rising so that his thumb could tease my clit. It didn’t take long before my head went back and forth. I was on fire. He always seemed to manage that.

“Do you see how wet you get when I touch you?” He leaned down kissing and nipping at my knee. When he continued to move his lips up thigh, the answer wouldn’t stop coming.

“Yes … Yes …”