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“You don’t even know what I was going to say. I —”
“Perfect.”
I swallow at his correct guess. “Perfect.”
“Yeah.” His eyes burn as he looks down at me. “You are that. And before the night’s over you’re going to know it.” He pushes my arms down on the bed, as if to emphasize his point. “You’re going to believe it. And you’re going torememberit. Do you understand? And before you eventhinkabout giving me any kind of answer, know that the only answer I’ll accept as the correct one is: yes, Riot, I do.”
God.
He’s so bossy.
So so bossy and dominating and infuriating and so freaking wonderful.
That I fall in love with him even more.
“Y-yes, Riot, I do.”
A look of pure possessiveness comes over his features. It darkens up his tan skin and makes his eyes glitter. It makes his weight over me even heavier, and his grip even tighter.
And everything inside of me clenches.
“Good,” he grunts in approval. “Now are you going to stop hiding yourself from me or am I going to have to tie your hands up?”
“There’s a rope,” I blurt out.
He draws back in confusion. “What?”
I lick my lips. “Under the bed. I saw it earlier when I was… looking around.”
He stares at me for a few seconds before his mouth pulls up in a smirk that’s both sexy and boyish. Followed by his muttered words, “Ledger. Kinky fucker.”
Before he moves away to not only divest himself of his clothes — finally — revealing his hard, sculpted,tattooedbody to my hungry eyes but to also get the rope and tie my hands to the slatted headboard.
It sounds scary, I know.
Someone taking away your power in this way.
But nothing about this is scary or bad. In fact, the slightly coarse rope around my wrists is a good thing.
Because now I’m not in my own way.
Now I can enjoy every single second ofevery single thinghe does to me.
And he does a lot of things.
Touch and taste.
And lick and suck.
And eat and drink.
And lap and slurp.
It takes me a few moments to realize what he’s doing but when I do get it, a dam bursts inside of me. And I come. Which should be embarrassing, by the way, because he was nowhere near the vicinity of my pussy. His mouth was on my breasts and he was drinking from my ruby-red nipples while I was rubbing my wet core over his sculpted abs which sport a six-pack.
Anyway, I come not only from his hungry ministrations and my horny movements but by the fact that I realize he’s worshipping my body.
All those things, all the biting and sucking and touching, is because he’s worshiping my curves.
