Remember Me (Broken Heroes 6)

“I’m sorry…” I apologize, though I’m not sorry for trying to escape, but instead for being caught.

“No, you’re not,” Luke interrupts, “not yet, but you soon will be.”

He drags me by the arm up the stairs and back into the bedroom where he locks the door behind us, then he disappears into the walk-in closet. A thousand different things are running through my mind. I don’t think Luke would hurt me, but I get the feeling he’s reached his limit of patience with me. He reappears a moment later and my eyes catch on the handcuffs in his hands.

“Strip,” he demands, his voice rough and angry. I obey immediately and start peeling my clothes off piece by piece. His eyes are on me the whole time, his stormy gaze making my skin crawl.

I stop when I’m down to my underwear, but he shakes his head. “All of it.”

“Luke,” I whine, hating the tremble in my voice.

“I won’t ask again.” His voice is so deep, and much darker than I’ve ever heard it before.

With shaking fingers, I reach behind me and unhook my bra, letting it slide off my shoulders and fall to the floor. I dip my fingers into the waistband of my panties and slide them down my legs. Cool air hits my folds, making me realize that I’m already wet with need. Why? I don’t understand my body’s reaction to this man.

I straighten back up, completely naked now. Luke’s gaze roams my body and I can see the carnal need in them.

“On the bed,” he commands, and my legs move without thinking. I walk up to the bed and lie down on my back. He comes up beside me and grabs hold of my wrists, pulling them above my head. Using the handcuffs, he attaches a wrist to the headboard.

“If I have to tie you up and cuff you to the bed every night, don’t think I won’t. I told you, I will not let you go again. I’m not going to warn you anymore. I’ve been far too soft with you, and I’m done.”

An equal thrill of fear and excitement zings through me.

“I won’t try and escape again,” I whisper, the lie slipping past my lips so easily.

“You’re right, because now your freedom must be earned. Now I get to use your body however I please.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? I ask, my voice trembling slightly. “Are you going to hurt me?”

He doesn’t respond and instead does the same to my other hand, securing it to the headboard with another set of handcuffs. Once I’m incapable of escaping him he leans back and stares down at me, his blue eyes darker than I’ve ever seen them, they look like a thunderstorm is brewing in their depths.

“Hurting you is the last thing I want to do, but I’m tired of this. Tired of convincing you that we belong together. I know you want this. You still want me just as much as I want you and I’m about to prove to you how much you want me. Even the dark side of me. I’ll let the beast come out to play. You’ve pushed, Gracie, and now I’m pushing back.”

At his words my chest starts to rise and fall at a rapid rate.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, and I don’t want to hear a single peep from your mouth.” I nod my head and watch as he spreads my thighs. My legs shake just slightly as he centers himself between them, his fingers gliding over my flesh so gently his actions don’t quite match his words, that is until I feel the head of his cock at my entrance. He’s not even going to prepare me? Panic grips onto me, and I whimper, squirming against the mattress.

Luke’s eyes find mine, but they don’t belong to the boy I fell in love with, no these belong to that cold, dark man that I met in that church basement two years ago. It seems like a lifetime ago, when it really wasn’t. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to shut out the way he’s looking at me, like he is about to hurt me, even though he said he wouldn’t, and deep down I know he never would.

As soon as my eyes close, he slams into me, no warning, no hesitation, he just slams straight through me, impaling me on his cock.

“Ahhh…” I cry out at the intrusion of his huge cock inside me, pushing through the soft tissue, owning my pain and pleasure with one single thrust.

“Do you feel it, Gracie, do you feel the pain deep inside?”

I nod my head, feeling tears sting my eyes.

“Good, because this isn’t even one percent of the pain you make me feel.” My eyes pop open at the anger that coats his words and I feel him pull out all the way, only to thrust back in to the hilt. Air is ripped from my lungs at the rough thrust and I bite my lip to stifle the whimper that wants to escape. He grips onto my hips with bruising force, fucking me like an animal, his cock ripping me apart from the inside out. And still beneath the pain is pleasure, pleasure so intense I can feel it coiling in my belly.