Free Bound by Steel by Connie Lafortune

know exactly what she needs. So I bury my hand between her thighs and strum her clit like a musician.
    “Please… I need to come. Please…”
    “Do you want to be fucked?” She refuses to look at me, but nods her head. Unfortunately for Lyra, she has no way of knowing the Pandora’s Box she’s just opened by giving herself to me. I’m a very, very wicked man. “I want to hear those two little words roll off your tongue, precious. Tell me. Now.”
    “Fuck me… please.” Uncontrollable lust courses through my veins when her hips suddenly rock into mine. Pushing me balls-deep inside of her tight, wet heat.
    “I’m going to make you come. So. Damn. Hard.” My hand continues its assault on her swollen nub as I impale her with my cock. Over and over again. Until her sweet walls start tightening. Constricting. Convulsing. To the point where we’re spiraling out of control. Impulsively, my teeth sink into the fleshy part of her neck. Not hard enough to draw blood. Just enough to mark her delicate skin. Pure ecstasy fills my loins with the taste of her on my tongue. With a roar, I explode inside of her.
    Best… Damn… Orgasm… Ever!
    When I’ve finally come down from my long-awaited orgasmic bliss, I’m acutely aware of her snuggling against my chest. This is not acceptable! And when she grabs my hand and threads her fingers hesitantly through mine, I know I’ve overstayed my welcome. Without a moment’s pause, I extricate myself from her and the situation. Bending down, I pick up her shirt so I can place it between her glistening thighs. Then I bend down to whisper, “Don’t fall for me, precious. I will destroy you...”
    Lyra
    The cabin’s toasty warm this morning when I mosey into the library. I’m instantly drawn to the big bay window where the sun’s beckoning me. I love curling up on the windowsill like a contented cat to sip my morning coffee. And when I start thinking how this room used to be my favorite less than twenty-four hours ago, I laugh like a silly schoolgirl. It’s not anymore. Now the bedroom is by far my new favorite room.
    But as I gaze out the window, my first coffee-induced thought of the day goes to… Ryker. How dare he think I could ever fall for him? Most days, I don’t even like him much. He’s controlling, dispassionate, and downright cocky. Every quality I hate in a man and try to stay as far away from as humanely possible. Arrogant bastard! Unfortunately for me, though, he’s the only contact I have. And I require some kind of mental and emotional stimulation on a daily basis. After last night, there’s no doubt in my mind that Ryker’s more than up for the task.
    He has an animal magnetism that downright seduces me. Much in the same way a magnet would be drawn to a piece of metal, or in my case a hunk of ‘Steel.’ Last night it enticed us, until his hands and mouth were on me, in me, and setting my body on fire. He fucked me hard and fast and in the light of day, I’m ashamed to admit, I loved every minute of it. For the life of me, I can’t ever recall being filled and drilled quite like that before. And when he said he would sate my hunger, he did that and more. So for now, we will use each other for pleasure until the day he sets me free.
    Stop it, Lyra! Do not let yourself be consumed by him. Not here. Not ever! I promised myself I would leave all thoughts of him behind when I stepped into this room today. The library’s my one and only sanctuary, where I reminisce about the past. It’s the one place where I allow myself to grieve about what I’ve lost—Gage, my family, and my freedom—and pray that someday we will be reunited once again. But today is not the same as yesterday. And tomorrow will not be the same as today. Because I’ve slept with the devil and I fear I will never be the same again.
    Out of nowhere, my lip begins to quiver. And the tears soon follow. One at a time. Until silent tears are coursing down my cheeks with no end in sight. And