My head shot up with a start.
Mace sat in front of me, watching. I’d fallen asleep. I could feel a trail of drool running down the edge of my mouth, and I was embarrassed that I couldn’t wipe it away before he saw it. How long had he been there for?
“How are you?” Mace walked over to me, holding a takeout bag.
“How do you think I am?” I asked irritably. “I’ve been sitting here, desperate to pee for God knows how long . . .”
He stared at me for a moment and then set down the bag. His arms moved around me as he began to untie the rope. As hard as I tried to fight it, I found myself giving in to the sweet, musky scent of his aftershave. His fingers brushed past my bare skin, making me jump. He had always had that effect on me: just one finger trailing down my forearm could almost send me into an orgasm.
“Go,” he muttered, nodding his head. I stood up, refusing to meet his eyes. Racing toward the direction he had nodded, I pushed open the door to reveal a small, cluttered bathroom. “Leave the door open,” he called out.
“Mace—”
“Just do it, Leet.”
His tired voice was laced with frustration, as if he was annoyed that I was making this hard for him. I turned around, miffed, and stalked over to the toilet, pulling my panties down.
“You sure you don’t want to come in here and watch me?” I said sweetly. “You know, just in case I manage to squeeze myself down the toilet pipe.”
He didn’t respond. I took my sweet time, not knowing if I was going to be tied up again once I’d finished, or what. Finally, he appeared at the door.
“How long does it take to do a piss?” He ran a hand through his dark hair, his blue eyes burning through me.
“Sorry, there was a bit of a build-up from being tied up all day, and all,” I said. “Now if you don’t mind, leave, so I can finish.”
He rolled his eyes but left me alone. “Your food is going cold.”
“I’m not hungry,” I muttered, washing my hands and re-entering the living room.
“Sit down and eat.” He pointed to the couch. It wasn’t a request.
A burger and a drink sat on the nearby coffee table. I wanted to say no, but my stomach betrayed me, grumbling loudly—loud enough for him to hear. He smirked at me, knowing he had won.
I trudged over to the couch and sat down, peering into the bag. Taking the fries out of the bag, I shoved them into my mouth handfuls at a time. Mace watched me from the bed.
“Will you listen to me?” he asked, his voice soft.
I scowled at him. “What’s the point? I saw the videos. How can you possibly explain them? At the very least, you’ve been cheating on me. How can you explain that?” I pushed the food away, my appetite gone.
“It wasn’t like that, Leets. I love you so much. You’re all I need.”
“That’s not how it looked. I mean, am I overreacting? Is that what you think? Maybe in your world this kind of thing is acceptable . . .” As soon as I said it, I wished I hadn’t. He stood up and walked over to me, anger flashing in his eyes.
“That was low,” he muttered. He grabbed my arm and brought me to my feet, crushing me up against his chest. I could feel his heart beating as he glared down at me. “You know I fucking love you. What I need is for you to trust me.”
“Then give me something to trust,” I yelled, glaring back at him.
Before I knew what was happening, he was kissing me. My body went limp as he pressed his lips roughly against mine. I kissed him back. I so badly wanted to push him away, but I couldn’t. The desire to be with him was too strong.
His hands ripped off my tank, revealing my breasts. I groaned, my fingers clutching at his hair as he kissed my breasts, his tongue occasionally teasing my nipple. I pushed myself against him, his erection oh so obvious. I loved that I made him so hard.
And then those images floated through my head again. It was like I couldn’t escape them, no matter how much I wanted to.
“No,” I yelled, pushing him away.
He looked up at me, surprise registering on his face, then resignation. He walked away, back over to the couch, and lay down, eyes on the ceiling.
For the longest time, neither of us spoke. What the fuck was that? After what he’d done, I’d almost gone there?