She bit into her lip. “Mmm, it hurts so good.”

I was going to come in my pants just from watching her.

My lips swooped forward to catch a stray drop of her cum that escaped down her ass cheek. Upon contact came a pulsing current that left a sentient tingling across my mouth.

A dangerous concoction of depravity thickened in my veins. From Micah’s hoarse cries to the satisfying afterburn on my lips, pleasure pulsated directly to my strained cock.

Fuck. That was it for me. I sent a long, pressured lick between her swollen lips, the impact causing her to come with fervour, her fingers latched tightly in my hair.

I had no idea how she’d escaped her restraints, and I couldn’t bring myself to give a single fuck.

My sole focus was on something entirely more important. I was fucking famished, and this was only the entrée. “Hmm, I didn’t get my fill yet. I need more.”

Her head thrashed from side to side, glossy hair flying in all directions. “I can’t, August. I can’t.” Her shaking hand still pulled at my roots, contradicting her words by directing my face back to her responsive core.

“You can. I’m the apex predator, baby. Equipped to hunt and pursue prey as easily as any wolf. Now, let me feast.”

“Oh, god.”

I held no reservations and checked out, my mouth latching on to her quivering centre, increasing pressure in rapid release. I flicked my tongue out in quick succession and suckled on her swollen clit. A sharp electric current continuously ran over my lips, the pulsing frequency intensifying my hard-on to extreme measures.

Micah rode my face with wild abandon, rubbing her juices all over me, driving me savage.

I ventured lower and speared my tongue inside her, searching for more, mining for her cum.

“Fuck, Augus—"

I blindly increased the voltage from the ECT machine once more, her thighs violently vibrating as I impaled her over and over again.

Then she completely detonated.

Micah’s back arched off the bed, head pitching backward as a scream ripped from her heaving chest. She contracted tightly, relentlessly squeezing my tongue as it continued to push against her spasming walls.

The passionate view shattered any last shred of my control, dragging me over the edge alongside her. My strained cock pulsated in complete ecstasy, my orgasm lengthening with no end in sight.

My strokes slowed leisurely as I proceeded to lick her clean. I refused to let any go to waste.

Chapter 14Psycho

Micah’s head rested against my chest. She cuddled up to my side, wearing nothing except my shirt.

I was lost, completely overwhelmed. I was a part of her, all around her, fucking inside her. This wasn’t just physical, the internal pivotal shift demanding more than I was willing to give, and fucking taking it anyway. We’d gone from nothing to everything in a matter of moments, the familiar inkling of fear creeping in, making itself known.

My fingers danced up and down her back. “You have to leave.” Her brow furrowed before her eyes darted to the clock. Morning was quite a few hours away yet. “I don’t mean right now. I mean for good, Micah.”

She leant up on an elbow, her opposite hand tracing up my torso, searching for deceit. “You truly believe in what you’re saying. I can feel it. I can also feel that you don’t actually want me to.”

“It doesn’t matter what I want. It’s about what I need, and I need you safe.”

Her palm raised to turn my chin, trying to catch my stare. “I don’t need you to do that. I’m responsible for my own safety.” I tried to pry her hand away, but she tightened her grip instead. “Look at me,” she snapped.

When our gazes finally met, her eyes were beaming with sincerity. And something else I wasn’t ready to decipher.

A gaping hole widened in the pit of my stomach and the ever-present hopelessness of my situation pushed to the forefront. I shoved up from the bed, ripping myself from her addictive embrace, and repeatedly smashed my fist into the concrete wall.

When I was spent, I pressed my forehead against the cold bricks, dragging in gulping breaths. My throat was raw, as if I’d been screaming, the skin over my knuckles scraped and tarnished.

Warm, gentle hands roamed over my back, the soothing motion regulating my pulse. Arms banded tightly around my waist from behind until she was lined against my body. Micah didn’t say a word, her touch and presence enough of a comfort to have my barrier crumbling to the fucking floor.

“It won’t be long until he finds out about you, and I can’t lose another person to him. I won’t. It fucking kills me to say, but I can’t protect you in here, and I also can’t risk her. Not again.”

“I’m not leaving,” Micah said, so straightforward, so unbothered that her words completely rocked me. She didn’t know the severity, the extent of my own imprisonment.

I spun in her arms and her chin settled on my sternum as she stared into my face with determined resolution.

“This isn’t some softcore bullshit, Micah. This is my life. He destroyed my fucking life. Someone I looked up to as a father—someone I regarded as family—stole my sister and imprisoned her for something I did, and bought my silence and cooperation with her fate. Twelve months later and I’m no closer to saving Ava than I was back then.”

I led Micah backwards to the stretcher, laid her out and crushed my whole weight down on her. I needed her to feel my energy, understand my intentions and recognise the reality of my position.

“He took from me the one person I truly loved in this world, the one person I was sworn to protect. If he finds out about you, finds out what you mean to me, you’ll be next. Don’t make me go through that again. Don’t make me watch it happen. Please don’t ask me to.”

I huffed in surprise when Micah flipped me over, legs straddling my waist as a smug smile graced her lips. “I don’t ask for anything, I take what I want. And I want you. If that means going on a rescue mission to save your sister, then that’s what’s going to happen, Psycho.”

My lungs inflated, hands tightening on her thighs, an involuntary response to her ownership. Was it truly possible to have another ally, someone I could rely on to help me?

“Oh, so now I’m Psycho again?”

“When you piss me off, yeah. I’m offering you an out, babe. I’m offering you my help.” I arched a brow. “I’m not going to preach to you about how honourable I am, ‘cause I’m not. I’m not a good human being, August.” She released a light chuckle. “In all honesty, I’m a terrible human being. And I don’t care. Every terrible deed I have ever done has been in the service of my family, and I’d do it again a million times over.”

That’s when I realised I had grossly underestimated the danger of this girl. She could cut my throat right now and I’d probably praise her. My dick hardened in agreement.

“Why does that make you horny?” She chuckled.

“Because terrible is my type of aphrodisiac, baby, and you just called straight to my libido,” I groaned, laying her down on her side and cuddling up behind her.

If she wasn’t careful, I was going to fuck her into a stupor. I didn’t want that for her when I couldn’t promise more of myself. Not there, not right then.

Although. it didn’t help when her ass kept pushing back against my restrained dick. Placing a hand on her hip, I stopped her driving movements. “Behave, Golden Girl. Sleep.”

“Hmph.” By my command, her muscles settled amid the warmth of my body curling around hers. The gentle rise and fall of her chest evened and I dug my nose into the base of her neck, drowning in her scent.

MICAH

August’s fingers were interlocked with mine. We hadn’t slept, preferring to utilise the limited time we had together.

“August Mathers?”