With Visions of Red: Broken Bonds, Book Two

by Trisha Wolfe

  A light pressure at the tip of my channel, and then he inserts his finger, drawing a clipped cry from me. His mouth hungrily swallows my moans as his finger delves deeper, slowly opening me up to him. A sharp pressure builds and then a quick, gratifying relief follows as my muscles loosen to take more.

  He groans as I contract around him, my walls tightening as he pulls out to push in farther. He backs out all the way, then grasps my arms, hauling me up against his chest and into a semi-sitting position. His hands work the binding along my back, freeing me of the rope harness.

  As my nipples are released, the rush of blood rapidly returning makes them throb, and I breathe hard, unable to contain the sudden arousal. His mouth is on them, suckling the piercing pain away and affectionately massaging intense feeling into each one.

  He thrusts hard once, filling me completely, before he pulls away. Guiding me to stand, he says, “I need you in a better angle.” Then he kisses me deeply as he lifts me into his arms.

  I’m carried over to the bench where we spent our first moment together. He pushes the leg rests beneath the bench, hiding them away, then pulls the lower knee rests out. Once he has me positioned over the bottom curvature, my knees propped on the rests, he lassos a length of rope around the front bar and makes a knot. “No restraint,” he says. “I want your body to be free to command me. Safe words always, and I’ll pay extra attention to your body language.”

  I look up at him, a smile twisting my lips. “Please, pay extra close attention to my body.”

  He winks, and drops down to kiss me while placing the knot in my hands. Moving away, he says, “Hold this for leverage, goddess. You’re going to need it.”

  His heated warning sends an electric current through me, and I nod.

  He stands behind me, and I can feel his hot skin, hovering near but not touching. Then a thick band of black material is slipped over my eyes. I gasp as he tightens the blindfold. “No restraints, but I didn’t say anything about sensory deprivation.”

  A flutter wings to life in my belly, and I bite down on my lip. He drops another soft kiss to my shoulder, then his hands trail the length of my body, feeling the raised skin and tender marks. His inspection arouses me almost as much as the anticipation for him to fill me.

  As he reaches my rear-end, his fingers trace my slit, gathering the wetness there and then smoothing it over my anus. He starts slowly again, inserting just the tip of his finger, allowing me to become accustomed to the pressure.

  And when he sinks deep, my sharp intake of air causes him to halt, but I say, “Green,” and he plunges farther. My ass bucks off the bench, and his hand covers one cheek to hold me steady.

  “Breathe, goddess,” he urges. I comply, and he positions another finger at my entrance.

  I ease back slowly, encouraging him on. Colton would never inflict pain on me that I couldn’t endure. And if I’m going to take his impressive cock…then I need to ready myself.

  The pressure increases, and my stomach muscles clench, but I breathe through it, and soon both his fingers are inside me, massaging my channel. I wriggle against the bench, craving an equal pressure up front to stimulate my clit.

  He always knows what I need, and his other hand is there swiftly, his fingers circling my swollen nub. I moan with relief.

  Suddenly the pressure is gone, and the head of his cock presses up against me as he continues to rub my clit. He drags the head along my crease to gather more lubrication, and the slide of his thick, warm flesh as I drench his cock rekindles my arousal.

  He pauses at my opening, waiting for my assent. “Green,” I say, gripping the knot in my hands and bracing my back. He places his palm on my lower back and rocks into me. My muscles contract, closing down around his head, refusing to take his size. I release an unsteady breath and flex my vaginal walls, which pushes him in deeper.

  “Goddess…” He utters a harsh curse. “I can never express how fucking perfect you are. Work that ass. Take my cock.” His breathing ratchets as I do just that, flexing and releasing, opening myself up to him a little more with each movement.

  As he drives in deeper, the pressure intensifies. And when he’s completely filling my channel, I cry out. He holds himself there. Braced against my ass, he stills, allowing my body to expand in order to accommodate him.

  Stirring deep want within me, he moves to my clit, working me into a trembling puddle on the bench. Lights fire off behind the blindfold as I clamp my eyes closed, my senses on overload. “Green, Colton. A hard green.”

  He groans and backs out only to thrust in deeper. His thighs quiver as he rests against me, his restraint as obvious as his desire to fuck me. Once he’s satisfied that I’m fully aroused and the pain is in equal measure to my pleasure, he thrusts harder and lands a well-placed slap to my ass.

  I flinch, coming off the bench, and he pinches my clit to settle me back down. “That only makes me want to fuck you harder, goddess.”

  God, but I love that I make this man come undone. I buck on purpose this time, and he hisses and slams into me. I scream out, but it’s not from pain; the heaviness of his cock filling me rouses a satisfying, sharp sting that has me gripping the knot.

  Moving from my clit to my pussy, he buries his fingers. Over stimuli assaults me and I raise up. My cries are coming quicker now, my body shaking and slipping against the leather. I dig my knees into the rests, backing into him to meet each of his wild thrusts.

  As our passion increases, I tighten my hold on the knot. His cock grows rock-hard, stabbing into me at a furious pace. I don’t even feel the climax build—it takes hold of me so quickly, I’m not prepared. All my walls clamp down on him at once and then I’m shattering. Undulating my hips, riding the orgasm out as I crest.

  “Oh, fuck…Sadie…” He groans and rams hard, his cock throbbing inside me as he breaks. His chest covers my back as he falls forward, and his cock is pushed out. It rests against my slit, tantalizingly pulsing as he drains the last of his cum.

  Once the climax subsides, I release the knot, my whole body one large ache. My muscles go lax, and I’m raw to the touch. “Don’t move, goddess,” he says before he eases off me.

  “I don’t think I can,” I admit, my voice wobbly, matching the tremble of my limbs.

  I hear Colton move around the bench and his footfalls head toward the corner of the room. A creak, then the splash of water fills the room. The blindfold is removed, and my eyes slowly adjust to the dim lighting and I discern Colton standing before me.

  He kisses my forehead, then moves behind me and presses a cool, wet cloth against me. I flinch as he begins to clean. I should feel embarrassed. That’s what my mind screams—that this position is humiliating. My thoughts are sucked right back to my captor and when he’d…

  I instantly stop that train of thought. Colton is lovingly and tenderly washing me after we shared each other, equally reveling in our feelings and pleasure. I will not allow—ever again—for my memories to steal what should make me feel revered. That Colton’s devotion extends to his care of me.

  “I have a shower here,” he says as he finishes wiping me clean. “But your welts need to settle before soaking them.” He scoops me off the bench and carries me to a cot at the other end of the room.

  I link my arms around his shoulders. “I’m fine. I promise. Just completely and utterly exerted.”

  His smile lights his pale blue eyes. He lays me on my stomach and goes back to the bathroom. He returns with fresh, damp cloths and proceeds to lay them along my back and bottom.

  The chill settling along my skin feels so good that I sigh into the thin mattress, the sting present, but bearable. He removes the cloths, then grabs a bottle of lotion from a table. “Vitamin E and aloe. The cooling effect will help.”

  As he delicately works the lotion into my skin, I nearly drift off. My skin stopped stinging with the first application, and though I know it’s going to be sore come morning, the numbing effect of the aloe is magic right now.

  On
ce the cream is dry, he gathers me into his arms, bringing me against his chest to cradle me on the cot. His fingers comb my tangled mess of layers, following the strands down as they fall loose along my back.

  “This changes everything,” he says. He rests his mouth to the top of my head and inhales deeply.

  “Everything,” I echo.

  We stay like that for a long time, listening to our breathing fill the silence, the club having shut down a while ago. His strong heartbeat lulls me into a content state where the darkness that plagues me is held at bay, and my love is not feared.

  * * *

  A buzzing startles me awake. Groggy, I glance around the room, still gripped by hazy sleep. Something flashes in the dimness, a light blinking against the wall near the table.

  I look down at Colton, his beautifully toned arm thrown over his eyes, his back with the intricate dragon tattoo outlined by defined muscles. Beautiful. I hate that it’s taken me a near lifetime to love that word again. Currently, it’s my favorite, and the most fitting for the man sleeping beside me now.

  The flashing and buzzing starts up again. I sigh. I’m a ridiculously light sleeper. After tonight, I hoped to sleep completely through. Besides being physically depleted, I’m emotionally drained from Colton’s breakthrough and my own confession of my abduction. We whispered our secrets into the dark, touching, embracing, reaffirming our connection.

  It’s not about the dark hiding our shame, making it easier to utter the histories that forged us. But rather, it’s the strength in which we find there. The comfort that we are not alone in that dark.

  I’m reluctant to move. I know that once I do, the soreness will take hold of my body and then it will be impossible to find sleep again. A smile touches my lips as the night comes back to me, and the discomfort feels less immediate.

  Still, with all what I have to do tomorrow, I decide to try to stave off the ache with a countermeasure. I pry myself off the cot and head toward the table in hopes that I’ll find something more than lotion and aftercare products, like aspirin.

  I’m amazed at how light I feel, regardless. How my shoulders roll back easily, my head lifts a bit higher. Baring your soul to someone you trust—there’s nothing else that compares. It’s almost enough to counter the blow of having been removed from the case. And with that thought, my mood tunnels. Damn Quinn.

  Forcing disappointment aside, I savor the afterglow of our moment, for however long it will last. And truly, I almost feel as if I glow, but then I realize it’s just the fogginess of my sleep-addled brain and the flashing coming from Colton’s phone.

  I glance back at him, then at his phone. It’s blowing the hell up. Biting my lip, I take a peek at the screen.

  The fucking world implodes.

  I clamp a shaky hand over my mouth, my eyes unable to look away from the horror on the screen. With each new message, another image pops up. Each one becoming more and more terrifying.

  “No.” I shake my head. “No, no, no. No!”

  Those who you care for the most.

  The UNSUB’s words mock me. As another image of a bound and gagged Avery flashes across the screen, I drum up my courage and grab the phone. I open the message and scroll through the images. Like a flipbook, her poses slightly shift as she struggles against her restraints.

  “She’s alive,” I say, scrolling to the first and then back to the most recent. “She’s not dead. He’s holding her captive.” I say the words aloud, willing them to be true. Believing them…because I cannot accept any other outcome.

  “Sadie,” Colton’s voice crashes through the fear gripping me, and I whirl to face him.

  “You have access to the main office here,” I say, my own voice sounding foreign. It’s not a question. “And surveillance. You have to have some kind of surveillance. The UNSUB was here…so he might’ve been caught on tape.”

  His face registers his confusion. “I do, but it’s early—”

  “We need the member files. Now.”

  He moves close to me and rubs his hands along my arms. “You’re shaking. Jesus, Sadie, what’s—?”

  I hand him the phone, unable to say what I dread. “I can’t, Colton. I just…I have to get to those files.”

  I’ve done everything the UNSUB required of me up to this point. I’ve played his game within the system, and this is my punishment. Avery is suffering.

  Colton’s stony gaze travels from the screen to me. “You know her.”

  I nod. “We have to save her…I can’t let—” The tears fall free, and I choke them back. Avery needs my strength. I cannot break.

  The phone buzzes, and Colton looks down. He reads, “You should not have given up your communication so easily, Sadie. A person must then go to extremes to gain your attention.”

  Gripping my hands in my hair, I tear at my scalp, trying to force my brain past the panic and to think. Think.

  Fuck. Anger rages anew, blistering my veins like lava.

  It’s clear. All so clear.

  “He’s on the inside,” I say, and march over to my discarded dress.

  The UNSUB has insider knowledge. There may be a huge leak in the department, but my removal from the case was only hours ago. And like I warned Quinn, that would only piss the UNSUB off.

  Now someone who doesn’t deserve his wrath is paying the price.

  And I swear—I swear to God—I will not lose Avery.

  I will tear through every member of that department until I find the UNSUB.

  * * *

  To her darkness, she whispers. Of monsters and visions of red, of the terrors that claw up from her abyss. Monsters are forged, but heroes are born. To the light, she sings. Of fortitude and acceptance found only in his arms. ~Sadie Bonds

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  Acknowledgments

  Thank you to:

  My amazingly talented critique partner and friend, P.T. Michelle, for reading so quickly, giving me the much needed pep talks and advice, wonderful notes, and for your friendship.

  My super human beta readers, I could not write books without your brilliance. Honestly, you are my girls! Katrina Tinnon, Naomi Hopkins, Amy Bosica, and Michell Casper. I really can’t express how much you mean to me—just know that I couldn’t do this without you. Thank you.

  A special shout out to the girls who keep me sane in the Wolfe Club, where it’s perfectly acceptable to be anything but ;) You guys are the best. You make me laugh, keep me motivated, and offer so much support, you have no idea. I adore every single one of you.

  My awesome assistant, Naomi Hopkins. I could not get through one book without your insightful input, girl. You go above and beyond an assistant’s duties to help me sort through my chaotic life. Thank you for being a friend.

  To m
y family. My son, Blue, who is my inspiration, thank you for being you. I love you. And my husband, Daniel, for your support and owning your title as “the husband” at every book event. I love you, too. To my parents, Debbie and Al, for the emotional support, chocolate, and unconditional love—I love you guys right back.

  Najla Qamber of Najla Qamber Designs, thank you for so much for not just creating this stunning, take-my-breath-away cover, but for also just rocking so hard! You were so much fun to worth with; you took the stress right out of the very stressful task of series cover creation, and I cannot wait to work with you again on future projects. This cover is everything I envisioned and more.

  A special acknowledgement to Damaris, thank you for being not only a wonderful friend, who’s there when I just need to call someone, but also a huge support of my career. You mean so much to me.

  There are many, oh, so many people who I have to thank, who have been right beside me during this journey, and who will continue to be there, but I know I can’t thank everyone here, the list would go on and on! So just know that I love you dearly. You know who you are, and I wouldn’t be here without your support. Thank you so much.

  To my readers, you have no idea how much I value and love each and every one of you. If it wasn’t for you, none of this could be possible. As cliché as that sounds, I mean it from the bottom of my heart; I adore you, and hope to always put out books that make you laugh, swoon, and cry.

  I owe everything to God, thank you for everything.

  About the Author

  From an early age, Trisha Wolfe dreamed up fantasy worlds and characters and was accused of talking to herself. Today, she lives in South Carolina with her family and writes full time, using her fantasy worlds as an excuse to continue talking to herself. Get updates on future releases and special bonus material at http://www.trishawolfe.com/