MY CRUEL PROTECTOR
He caught my wrists in mid-air and slammed them back against the silk pillow, pinning them with the effortless strength of a man who spent his life breaking things.
"Not tonight, Ruby," he said, his voice dropping to a register so low it was almost a growl. It made my toes curl against the sheets. "Tonight, you're going to sit with that hunger. You're going to let that 'Old Guest' of yours scream until it loses its breath and its voice. I won't let you use me as a cheap drug to numb your mind. I won't be your distraction."
"You're cruel," I hissed, my eyes welling with hot tears of pure, unadulterated need. The rejection was more intimate than any touch could have been. "You’re a sadist, pla