Pyke novel Chapter 25

My heart leaps from my chest as I walk directly to the wall with wobbly legs. My body is still vibrating to the last intense kiss we did moments ago.

I just follow what he asked me to do, not knowing what he has in mind. I made the longest shower in history to erase the traces of that bastard’s touch on my skin. I feel disgusted with myself, and loathe him at the same time.

Pyke moves close to me in a slow and sensuous saunter with pure male and dominance. ”Babe, are you sure about this?”

“What are we gonna do here?” I almost whisper. My voice trembles at the anticipation of he might press me against this glass wall and kiss me again.

“Just trust me, Babe,” he answers with a tense jaw, eyes pin on me like a hawk, but with a glint of excitement and lust.

My eyes widen. Is he—?

“Don’t go in there. I’m not gonna hang you upside down,” he says with a laugh, “You know I can read you like an open book.”

He grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head. Goosebumps erupt on my skin at the sudden exposure. His jaw clenches as his penetrating stare glues on me, making my heart hammer in my chest.

He walks away from me untying the golden tassel tie back and grabs the dark brown curtain, knotting them together and drags it with him. My brows furrow in confusion, nevertheless, I keep my words to myself.

“Hold this, twist it around your wrist, and don’t let it go,” he commands with pure dominance. I’m not used to his sudden changes of tone but surprisingly, it turns me on. “It’s a DIY, but it will work. I’m not sure I can actually use this with you,” he adds.

Did he use this with someone else? I feel a pang in my chest.

I twist the tassel around my wrist. I slightly pull and hold on to it—it works and doesn’t hurt. It’s made of two sets of polyester ropes braided together. I blow a few deep breaths to normalize my frantic heartbeat when the threads dangle and caress my skin.

He does the same as earlier and gives me the same instruction. I bite my lower lip as my breathing starts to accelerate.

It’s Pyke. You can trust him.

“Um, Pyke, I’m actually—” I don’t finish my words when he suddenly pulls his shirt over his head.

My mouth hangs open to see Pyke’s beautiful muscles ripped half-naked body. My fingers tingle to touch and feel them on my skin.

“Don’t pull the curtains too much. I’ll stop if one of them falls down.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. You will not call me by my name, did you understand me?” he asks with a voice as smooth as honey.

Why can’t I call him by his name?

“I’m already Pyke to everyone. You’re special to me, Camila.”

“W-what shall I call you then?”

“Anything comes first from your mouth. Let’s see what it is.” He smirks, tracing my face with the back of his finger.

“Hmm, it’s just my finger on your face, Babe.” He teases with confidence as he notices my reaction because I close my eyes and almost moan at his simple touch.

“Cocky bastard,” I mumble.

“Just tell me to stop then I’ll stop. I’m not gonna hurt you, Babe. I’m honored that you trust me to do this with you.”

He chuckles instead, tracing soft touch on my lips to my jaw, “Do you know how beautiful you are, Camila? You knocked me off the ground.” His voice is so soft and tender like I can trust in it. His fingers run down on my neck. “This neck…”

I squeeze my eyes shut, pushing out the thought of what that bastard did to me.

“I wish I could... I wish this was my mouth giving you this bruise from pleasure. I always wanted to mark you with my mouth, my hands, and my teeth. To show them that you are mine, Camila.”

It’s Pyke. Pyke will never hurt you. You can trust him, Camila.

My heart beats wildly that it thrushes through my ears. I feel his thumb on my cheeks... my wet cheeks. I don’t realize my tears fall down to my face.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, sounding worried.

“Please don’t. I want to remember your touch, Pyke. Not his.” I swallow hard.

“Do you still trust me?”

I nod “Yes.”

“Keep your eyes close.”

I can practically hear my own heartbeat. I hear shuffling of Pyke’s jeans as he walks away. Seconds tick by, I hear Pyke’s shaky deep breath.

You’re just an ordinary girl!

No. No. I squeeze my eyes shut, shutting off that bastard’s voice in my head.

I deeply inhale Pyke’s scent. His warm breath tickles my face. His smell makes me relax. I feel a soft cloth covers my eyes—he’s blindfolding me.

“Just hear your own breathing, your own heartbeat. Feel my touch on you, think of me, and not someone else.” He gives me a quick soft kiss on my lips. “Spread your legs a little bit, so that you won’t trip off.”

My body stiffens, my breathing hitches when I feel his hands on my back unhooking my bra.

“It’s me, Babe. Tell me to stop, and I’ll do it in an instant.”

I sink my teeth hard on my bottom lip that can possibly draw blood to control the tremble, but my nipples tighten and tingle wanting to be touched.