She had never been in this kind of position before. Rain didn’t know the rules or what to do. She felt a little sick to her stomach.
The spaghetti and chocolate cake, what she could eat of it, had settled heavy.
“Then I don’t want any harm to come to me,” she said.
“In what way?” Wolf asked.
“I have no idea what you mean.”
“Rain.” He spoke her name, took a sip of his whiskey, and sat forward, putting the glass on the coffee table in front of him. “I will not harm you during sex. Your life will be safe.”
“Okay.” She didn’t see a problem.
“What I want to know is … what are your limits?”
Rain tensed up.
She … was a mother. Had given birth but sex … she hadn’t had physical sex … ever. Her time with Daniel had been sweet and complicated, and she wasn’t new to sex. He’d been present when she took care of her own needs, and at first, they thought they could handle whatever was thrown at them.
Little by little, their love morphed into something ugly. Daniel hated that he couldn’t have sex. He became cold, almost spiteful. She hated that so much. Thinking of her time with Daniel, at times, the guilt ate at her as she knew little by little, her love had turned to hatred.
How could she hate a sick man? The man she had vowed to love for her whole life. The Daniel she had loved was not the same man who’d become sick.
“What are your limits, Rain?” Wolf asked.
She didn’t know.
Rain stood, as did he.
Her heart raced. She was out of her depth.
Why was he being so nice?
Couldn’t he make her hate him? That would be easier. He was a monster. She knew she’d become caught up in his web, through no fault of her own. She and Evelyn had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time, and in doing so, she was now at this man’s mercy.
She should hate him. Her body shouldn’t be awakened by the thought of his touch.
“I think it’s time I go and see Evelyn,” she said.
There was no way he was going to let her go.
Even as she tried to make her escape, he captured her wrist and stopped her. Wolf pinned her against the wall, hindering her escape.
“Let me go.”
“Not happening.”
“What do you want from me?” she asked.
“Your pussy. Your mouth. Your asshole. Your whole fucking body.”
She’d never been spoken to like this. Not by Daniel, not by anyone. His words should disgust her, but all she found was complete and total arousal. She hated herself for the way he made her feel.
“And I’ve got a feeling, Rain, you’re a virgin.”
Laughter spilled out of her mouth. She couldn’t help it. “I’m a mother. I’m not a virgin.”
“No? Then you know what it’s like to feel a cock deep inside this cunt?” He pushed both of her hands above her head, locking them together and keeping them trapped in one of his own.
He pressed his hand between her thighs and started to stroke her. The dress was big enough that it didn’t stop him from touching her. She felt the heat of his palm even through the thin fabric, and she gasped as he seemed to graze right across her clit.
“Oh, God,” she said.
“Did he touch you like this?”
She whimpered as he pushed her dress out of the way, and then his fingers teased across the fabric of her panties.
This was sinful. She needed to tell him to stop.
“You’re wet, Rain.”
She closed her eyes, not wanting to see his smug face as he touched her. No one had ever touched her like this before. Not even Daniel.
The truth was, she’d never felt a cock inside her.
Daniel had purchased toys, and in the early days, he’d play with her, and it was enough. He always promised her it would be enough, but it hadn’t been. He’d grown bitter and resentful that he hadn’t been able to perform. The medication, the cancer, it had made him weak. Too weak to perform.
She cried out as Wolf touched her clit, sliding his fingers through her clit. There was nothing to protect her. No panties. No clothing.
Rain was soaking wet.
He groaned.
The fingers at her clit rubbed her softly, but not enough.
“Look at me, Rain,” he said.
She wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but then, she feared he wouldn’t continue to touch her, and she had to have his hands on her. She needed it more than anything else in the world, and it was so wrong on so many levels.
He was her captor. He’d threatened her and her daughter’s life. He demanded she have sex with him in order to take care of her daughter and to keep them safe.
Yet, her body, the traitor that it was, wanted so much more. She wanted this man’s touch. His kisses. To feel the fire that should be present between a man and woman.