Page 67 of Drowning Her
I put my hands behind my back, the light from the pool rippling over my curves. The metal cuffs clicked together, binding my wrists. He lowered me into the water, and though we were in the shallow end, it wouldn’t stay that way for long.
He pressed my stomach against the side of the pool,knowing exactly where the jet stream was, the water pounding into my clit. He cupped my neck, stuffing his nose in my hair, gripping my ass as he enjoyed me. His cock pressed against my back, full and hard and thick. The fucking would come later.
Right now, it was about what Wilder wanted, and he wanted to feel my power against his.
Grabbing my cuffed wrists, he pulled me under the water, staring at me through the clear liquid. He was calm—a bubble floating above me—then he mounted my head, his cock pressed against my hair, as he kept me under the water. I wiggled my body, trying to get out from under him, but he kept me still until my garbled yelp mumbled through the liquid, bubbles floating up with me.
He let go. I gasped in the fresh air, just long enough before Wilder pressed his mouth to mine. With my nipples between his fingers, he pinched and twisted me until I was moaning against him. I rubbed myself on his thigh, humping him like I would never be able to come fast enough. Hair was matted to my face, my makeup streaking across my skin, but Wilder was stoic, staring into me, always seeing more than I let out. Studying me. Seeing how much he could get away with. The worst ways he could get me off.
His hand went down to my pussy, massaging my clit, the pressure hard, then he swiftly pulled me deeper into the water. I danced on my tip-toes, barely keeping above the surface, trusting him, trying not to let the fear get to me. To focus on pleasure.
But the struggle was surfacing.
I had known exactly what he wanted to do for our anniversary. And I had agreed. Because it thrilled me as much as it frightened me, and there was no one in the world I could do this with. Only Wilder.
“I love you,” I said, and he pushed me in deeper. I kicked my feet, doing my best to float with my hands bound behind my back. He held me by the waist, giving me a few seconds of buoyancy before the inevitable came crashing back. Forrest may have been gone, Sawyer may have gotten over their sibling rivalry, and my biological family may have been back in my life, but that didn’t mean that everything was pure now.
For us, there would always be this: the danger of death mixed with our sex, lust lurking deep in the water, waiting to take us under. Because no matter how hard we tried, this was who we were. And we didn’t want it any other way.
He yanked me up by my hair. I gasped, taking in a breath.
“I love you so much,” he said.
Then he pulled on the handcuffs until I was underwater again, and I knew he would never let me go.
