Dare You

Kenzie leaves notes all over the house that call his nerve into question, each one daring him to prove her wrong. Mick finds the last scrap beside the bed and the air thickens. He slams her face-down, threads rope around her wrists until they bite, then fists her hair. Every thrust forces a short gasp from her lungs. He presses his palm across her mouth and nose until her back arches, releases just long enough for her to drag in a ragged breath, then covers her again. Blonde strands stick to sweat on her cheeks as he flips her to knees, drives in from behind, and keeps the rhythm brutal. She answers every slam with a muffled cry that tells him the notes worked.