Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
That’s really something else.
The moment I have that thought, guilt smashes me because I let him down, I let him down in ways I shouldn’t have. I’m a cop and I let people abuse him. It was against the law and it wasn’t right. I might not have been able to help him them, but I can help him now.
“I’m going to tell my supervisor what happened to you that night. I’m going to tell them you were abused and kicked. I should have protected you and I didn’t. I’ll do everything in my power to make that right, including standing up for you where you need it.”
He stares at me, his face slightly shocked, slightly hard. “No.”
His word is simple and yet it feels like a blow to my chest. “Kendric ...”
“No, Zariah. You ain’t goin’ to anyone because it’ll make no difference. You think they’re goin’ to listen to you defendin’ a biker they’re certain is a criminal? Of course they’re fuckin’ not and you know it. You’ll only make the case harder. No, what you’re goin’ to do is say nothin’, find Dax, and get me the fuck outta prison because that’s where I’ll end up.”
He’s right.
I know he’s right.
I hate it but I can’t do anything about it.
“I’m sorry, for whatever it’s worth. I am sorry for what happened that night.”
He nods. “I should go.”
He walks toward the door, and my body suddenly fills with a terrible urge to make him stop. Everything inside of me is screaming that I don’t want him to go. I want him to stay. I don’t know why, I don’t even understand it myself, but I don’t want him to walk out that door.
“Please don’t go.”
My voice is strained and a little weak, but the words are clear. My intentions are clear.
I need him here.
I need him with me.
He pauses, hand outstretched for the door handle. He turns and looks back at me, narrowing his eyes. “What did you say?”
I take a step forward. “I said don’t go. Please, don’t go.”
He hesitates, and then murmurs in a low, husky voice. “Why?”
“I don’t ... I don’t know.”
“Wrong.”
He grabs the door handle.
“I want you,” I cry out, throwing my hands up even though it causes me incredible pain to do so. “I want you, Kendric. I don’t know why, I can’t make sense of it, but I do. I want you more than you could possibly understand. So please, I’m begging you, don’t leave me here alone.”
He lets his hand fall from the doorhandle, then he turns and when our eyes lock, I know ...
He’s not going anywhere.
“GET YOUR HANDCUFFS.”
Kendric’s voice comes out firm, even before he’s reached me.
I shake my head, confused. “What?”
“Your handcuffs, go and fuckin’ find them and bring them to me. You want me here, you want me to fuck you, then we do it in a way we’re both goin’ to like.”
I hesitate, not because I don’t love the sound of that, because I do ... but because I’m always looking for broken, damaged sex. Dangerous, even. I wonder, what would it be like just to have normal sex? Would it feel any good? From previous experience, it hasn’t, but maybe that’s changed now. Kendric is gorgeous, and rugged, and more than manly. I’m sure that alone would be enough.
“I ... I don’t want to be like that,” I say, my voice wavering.
“Wrong again,” he growls. “You do want to be like that, you’re just ashamed of it when you shouldn’t be. Now, do as I fuckin’ ask, Zariah, and go and get your handcuffs.”
I move, even before my mind fully processes what’s happening. I walk to my belt, get my handcuffs off it, and walk back toward him, slowly stretching out my arm so he can take them from me. He does, and when he does, my whole body immediately comes alive with anticipation. My skin tingles, my stomach flips, my knees get weak, and my core tightens. I bite my bottom lip and glance at him, not sure what to do next.
I’ll let him take the lead.
“You’re not goin’ to get any control over this. You won’t be touchin’ me.”
“Wait,” I say, confused, “what?”
“You trust me?”
I nod.
“Then go and stand by that stairwell, put your hands behind your back, and wait for me.”
I glance at the stairwell that leads up to my spare room and bathroom upstairs. It’s timber and has large wooden posts that would be perfect for cuffing me to. Not something I ever would have imagined, but still, I’m not complaining. I walk over, body thrumming, and turn, pressing my back to the pole and placing my hands around behind it. Kendric walks over with purpose, his body powerful, his eyes intense. He reaches me and his hands go around behind me and cuff me to the pole.