The Writers' Circle

Her attention was pulled from the condoms when Niklas began to fight the cuffs like an animal-wild, uncontrolled and seemingly unaware of the cuts he was inflicting on his wrists. He tugged with savage strength on the cuffs, trying to break free. The cuffs held.
He was on his knees, arms pulled rigid over her head, and gasping for air. He glanced down at her and then jerked his gaze away, but not before she saw the shame painted in his eyes.
"Let me go Piper," he said rawly.
Piper couldn't move. She was torn between following his demand and trying to talk to him.
"I said. Let. Me. Go."
His thickened accent told her everything his words didn't and made the decision for her.
He refused to look at her, turning his head away from her seeking eyes. With shaking fingers, Piper picked the key up off the bedside table and released each of his wrists from the cuffs. The cuts were still oozing blood and bruises were already showing from the force he had used in trying to break free. Quaking on the inside, she drew her knees up to her chest and watched him roll off the bed and stride into the bathroom. She heard the click of the door as he locked it. The shower came on and everything was quiet except for the sound of running water.
A tear rolled down her cheek and was quickly followed by streams of wetness. She wasn't emotionally devastated like she'd felt she would be. Or possibly should be. But she wasn't unaffected either.
She'd known how badly he'd wanted her. And she'd wanted him. She also knew beyond a doubt that Niklas was normally in complete control in every situation-both in and out of bed. He hadn't had any intention of taking her the way he did; he'd planned for her to take the lead.
Piper knew this in her heart-the place where her emotions lived. But there was still a little tiny piece of her that felt violated. But this wasn't totally fair to him either because she'd gotten pleasure from him being inside her. Why did it have to be so complicated, she thought with anguish.
Niklas' control had shattered and he'd checked out mentally. This Piper knew without a doubt. And the depth of his desperation at the time was unquestionable; he'd lasted maybe two minutes at the most. Then blown totally el natural.
She admitted to herself she'd felt scared initially. But once she'd gotten her head around the fact that it was Niklas-and not Blaine-she'd been okay. Not just okay. If she was truly honest with herself, he'd felt incredible. Just hadn't lasted long enough.
Maybe she was a sick puppy, but she still wanted him. Those few powerful strokes had only wetted her appetite for more.
Piper climbed off the bed and went through the adjoining door to her room.
She didn't lock it.
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Niklas had opened his eyes to a scene out of a horrifying nightmare. He'd had Piper pinned down flat on her back. His cock had been buried to the hilt inside her and the painful pressure had been gone. The last thing he remembered was enjoying her, giving her pleasure. His body recalled her imprint and he glanced down at the erection rising from the ashes of his chaotic thoughts.
He'd snapped. And then taken her without her permission. Used her. She'd been speechless. He shook his head violently as shame permeated his mind once more.
He'd pulled out of her and flipped over on his back. He'd tried to give her distance from his animal presence. But the cuffs had held and tugged viciously on his wrists, cutting his skin. Niklas looked at his wrists and welcomed the pain; it was the very least he deserved. He'd watched out of the corner of his eye as Piper had scooted up against the headboard. Jesus, she'd been afraid of him. Of course she had.
He stood motionless in the shower, tilting his head back to let the water take his tears of shame and humiliation. He had acted like an animal. Piper's trust in him was gone. Decimated by his uncontrolled lust. And he was hard for her again. As disgusted as he was with his own behavior, his cock was rock hard and aching for her at the memory of how she'd felt wrapped around him. What kind of a man got a hard on when he realized he had taken a woman for his own needs?
He turned the water temperature to cold and stood under the icy water until he couldn't bear it a minute longer. And then forced himself to stay under the spray anyway. He finally got out, wrapped a towel around his waist and walked into the bedroom, hoping to see Piper still in his bed. Empty-and the door between the bedrooms was closed. Niklas just wanted to see her; to make sure she was okay, but he knew he had no right to seek her out. Throwing on jeans and a t-shirt, he went downstairs to his office to work, to focus on anything but his reprehensible behavior.
After wading through stacks of business papers, Niklas called and checked on the progress on the ranch he had bought. The builders were making excellent headway on the dormitories and the kitchen/family room buildings. They were ahead of schedule with the six teams he had working on it. Grabbing his keys, he jumped in his Porsche and took it to an empty stretch of road. He let the reins out on the engine and ran it hard and fast while his mind sought ways to salvage his relationship with Piper. He couldn't let her walk out of his life-as much as he knew he deserved it.
She was the only woman he wanted. He needed her to want him. To want him so badly she'd give him something he'd never in his life felt he needed before. Grace. To take him inside her body and forgive him for how he'd treated her. Humility touched him briefly as he formulated the rest of his plan.
He needed to plunge Piper into a fantasy so vivid she couldn't think-only feel.