All Chapters of They Know What She Wants: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ The room was quiet except for the sound of our breathing. I lay sprawled across the sheets, limbs heavy, skin flushed and slick with sweat. My wrists throbbed faintly where the cuffs had bitten in, my ass stung from his palm, and between my legs I felt swollen and tender. To put it bluntly, I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to, either. I just wanted to stay like that a little while longer. Gage shifted beside me, the mattress dipping as he rolled onto his side. For a long moment he just looked at me, his gray eyes softer now, the predatory edge dulled into something almost tender. His hand came up slowly, giving me time to flinch if I needed to, but I didn’t. His thumb brushed across my cheekbone, wiping away the last trace of a tear. “You with me, Thea?” He cooed, voice low but rough from all the cursing and grunting, but gentle in a way I hadn’t heard from him before. I nodded. “Yeah,” I whispered. “I’m here.” A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Goo

When I left Gage’s room, I barely made it down the hall before I heard a voice. “Thea?” I flinched so hard it was almost comical. My body reacted before my mind caught up, shoulders stiffening, breath catching in my throat as I turned. She stood near the bottom of the stairs, hands folded neatly in front of her apron, expression mild but observant in the way that made it feel like nothing ever truly escaped her notice. “Good morning,” she greeted pleasantly. “Morning,” I echoed, my voice a fraction too quick. I could feel it immediately—the heat crawling up my neck, the awareness of my own body in a way that felt incriminating. I reached up without thinking, fingers brushing my collar, tugging the fabric higher as if the cotton could erase the evidence that was clearly there. Her eyes followed the direction I’d come from. Up the stairs and toward the master bedroom. “Oh,” she let out, softly. The word landed softly, but it might as well have been a bell ringing in my

The music swelled, bodies pressed around us, and for a moment, I let myself forget. Forget the good boy act, the love that felt like chains, the ghosts of my mother’s laugh echoing in my ears. Just smoke, skin, and the night stretching out like an open road. But deep down, I knew it wouldn’t last. It never did. I’d wake up tomorrow, tangled in sheets that weren’t mine, and the cycle would spin on. Thea would text, or she wouldn’t. I’d chase the high, or I’d crash. That’s the thing about not being a good person—you get used to the fall. The club spun on, oblivious. Jax reappeared with drinks, shouting something about shots. Mia pulled me toward the dance floor, her giggle echoing again. I followed, cigarette dangling from my lips, smoke trailing like a promise of more mess to come. Hours blurred into a haze. We danced—well, she danced, I moved with her, my hands exploring without commitment. Jax joined us for a bit, then vanished into the crowd with some bitch. The lights puls

She complied quickly, peeling off the dress and kicking it aside, her body bare under my gaze. I circled her, shedding my shirt and jeans, my cock already hardening at the sight of her. From the nightstand, I pulled out my kit—Leather cuffs, a ball gag, nipple clamps, a flogger. Toys for the truly depraved. “Hands behind your back,” I commanded. She obeyed, and I cuffed her wrists tightly, the leather biting into her skin. “Knees wide. Face down.” She spread her legs, ass presented like an offering. I attached the clamps to her nipples first—vicious little things with teeth that made her hiss in pain as I tightened them. Chains connected them, dangling down to brush the sheets. “Look at you, you worthless whore. Begging for more after I already used you like a cum rag. Pathetic.” She whimpered, but arched her back, pushing her ass higher. “Asshole… just get this over with,” she mumbled under her breath but I heard her alright. I laughed coldly, grabbing the flogger—a mul

I laughed it off, but it came out strained. “You’re delusional. It’s nothing like that. Just… drop it, okay?” She pouted but relented, looping her arm back through mine. “Fine, fine. Seems like you still don’t want to talk about him but whenever you’re ready, I want details. Best friend privileges.” We grabbed our coffees, mine black and strong, to chase away the fog in my head and found a bench under a maple tree, its leaves a riot of red and gold. Mia launched into a story about her latest Tinder disaster, but my mind wandered back to my phone, still burning a hole in my bag. Mia nudged me. “Earth to Thea. You’re spacing again.” “Sorry,” I said, forcing a smile. “Just tired.” “Uh-huh. Tired from all that ‘research’?” She air-quoted, grinning wickedly. I rolled my eyes, then my phone buzzed in my bag, a soft vibration that cut straight through Mia’s teasing. I fished it out on instinct, heart already picking up speed before I even saw the name on the screen. Mr. Gage. The m