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But with Zach, I wanted to relinquish some of my control. Wanted to feel helpless before a man for once in my life. To let go.
He feared touching, so I vowed to let him do all of it.
Slowly, I raised my arms and pressed my wrists to the metal connecting the headrest and the seat. I expected my body to react with something other than anticipation. Fear. Reluctance. Regret.
But it didn’t.
I realized, for the first time, that I trusted Zachary Sun. With my life. With my safety. With my quest for vengeance…
Just not with my heart.
Zach leaned over the center console, fisting the white Chanel ribbon in his hand.
“That’s a good girl.” He tilted the backrest all the way down until I lay almost flat, straddled me with his muscular thighs, and gathered my wrists together, quickly tying me up. “Who knew you could be so obedient when a long, hard cock is your incentive?”
He stole a quick kiss, double and triple knotting my wrists. The dull bite of the satin digging into my skin shot an arrow of adrenaline through my spine.
A rush of liquid heat tickled under my navel, and I knew he’d find my underwear completely drenched. I yanked the restraints, just to test them out, finding myself securely fastened to the seat.
Completely helpless and at his mercy.
I tapered my eyes. “You’re suspiciously good at tying people up.”
“You would be, too, if your best friend constantly finds himself in compromising positions.”
“Oliver?”
“Romeo.”
I bookmarked this conversation for a later time.
ThisI had to know.
Zach straightened as much as he could in the small car, still straddling me, admiring his handiwork.
He grabbed my chin and tilted my face up so our eyes met. “You’re always beautiful, Farrow Ballantine, but you are especially beautiful when you’re at my mercy.”
He used his knuckle to brush my right nipple, a feathery soft touch. My body convulsed, my hips bucking, my pussy begging to be filled with him.
“More,” I whimpered.
“More?” He toyed with the edge of my panties, snapping it at my skin. “More what?”
I stared him in the eyes, reminding myself that this wasn’t easy for him. The whole touching thing.
“More of whatever you’re willing to give.”
“I’m starting to realize I’m willing to give almost all I have.” Hisknuckles traveled from my right nipple to the left one. “Where should I kiss you now?”
My eyes trekked down to my underwear. But I knew, practically, that the car was too small for him to scoot to the floor.
“Ah, I see.” He nodded. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re coming on my tongue tonight.”
My throat bobbed with a swallow. He leaned against the steering wheel, gathered my thighs in one hand, and pulled my legs upward, so they propped on his shoulders.
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I felt compelled to say, even though an inferno of need blazed through me, singeing every cell of my skin.
“Don’t want to? I intend to make your pussy my new home. I want to live inside you. To devour you from head to toe.”
