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chains rattled. “Show me your pussy.”
    Thrilled by her own power, she ignored the
command and licked his nipple as her fingers mapped every flexed
muscle. “I should paint you like this. Do you know what I’d call
it?”
    He trembled under her hands. “Tell me.”
    His eyes were wild, inhuman. She was playing
a perilous game, stripping control from a hellhound to reveal the
beast within, but some games were only worth playing because the
stakes were as high as the reward.
    Stepping back, she took a moment to admire
how he looked, straining against the chains, his erection standing
strong and proud.
    “ The
Promise ,” she whispered, distantly aware
that the water pounding on her shoulders had begun to steam.
Holding his gaze, she slipped her fingers between her legs and
stroked her clit with a shiver. “No woman would wonder
why.”
    Jarrett’s eyes glowed red, and the water
pooling at their feet roiled up in a boil. “When I’m out of these
chains, I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t sit down. There’s
your promise, sweetheart.”
    She couldn’t think of a more alluring one. It
was hard not to speed her caress, but she was too close to the edge
already, and Jarrett didn’t look patient enough to coax her to that
plateau again. When the chains snapped, he’d be on her, in her,
possessing her body as they both burned.
    Slow. Teasing. She edged her legs wider so
he’d have a better view and smiled. “Is that all? I need to try
harder.”
    “ Do you?” He growled and
tugged against the chains again. This time, the metal cuffs
stretched like they were made of putty.
    Melting.
    Instinct whispered for her
to run, but something even more intrinsic and ancient laughed at
the very notion. She wasn’t a frail, fragile mortal who needed to
fear a minion of hell. Hell was fire—and so was she.
    Tilting her head back, she thrust two fingers
deep and cried out as her body lurched toward release.
    She didn’t hear the cuffs snap, only the
chains rebounding on the tile as Jarrett hauled her hand free of
her body and pressed her against the shower wall. Phoebe had only
half a heartbeat to miss her own touch before he filled her, hot
and hard, thrusting deep.
    She scrambled to wrap her legs around his
hips, but everything was slippery. The tile heated at her back as
the stall filled with steam, the air thick with the sizzle of water
splashing on a fire that couldn’t be quenched.
    “ Hold on to me.” His chest
rumbled against hers. “Hold on to something .”
    There was nothing within reach. She groped
above her head with a whimper, running her hands over smooth tile
before giving up and grasping at him. Her fingernails sank into his
skin but he only hitched her higher, angled his hips under hers and
drove deeper.
    Pleasure hollowed her out,
and Jarrett filled her. Consumed her. Her inner muscles clenched
tight around his cock, and Phoebe groaned, caught so close to
orgasm that pleading words escaped without her permission. “Make me
come, please make me come, please —”
    He gripped her hips and backed away a half
step but held her immobile. His next thrust was sharper,
faster.
    Everything.
    She raked her nails down his back as his next
thrust granted her plea, shaking her apart with the force of her
pleasure. Jarrett sank his teeth into her shoulder with a shout as
he followed her over that peak, grinding helplessly against
her.
    It was almost enough to trigger another round
of spasms. She turned her face into his cheek and squirmed, too raw
to feign detachment. “Don’t stop. Fuck me forever.”
    His reply was lost to another growl as he
shuddered and clutched her hips tighter. She twisted her head,
closing her teeth on his ear when she couldn’t find his mouth. It
didn’t take much—another grind, the heady grip of his fingers
bruising her hips—and she came again, biting hard to keep from
moaning his name...or something far more revealing.
    “ Phoebe.” A hoarse whisper.
A plea.