Page 110 of Lethal King

“I did what I said I’d do,” he growls.

Only then do I realize the vibrating has stopped.

My heart sinks.

“I don’t believe you,” I test, unsure how to feel about it.

I gave myself to him, and I did it because he could take me.

But now he’s just going to give me up?

“Try it for yourself,” he says. Pulling out the new remote, he throws it onto my still heaving chest.

“You’ll have to untie me first,” I remind him.

That makes him smile again. The dimples are back.

Fuck.

“I don’t think you’re quite ready for that yet,” he says. “Especially now that I can’t track you.”

Reaching down, he grabs the remote, careful to press his palm down on my hard nipples before he lifts the device to my face.

“You mean you’re not ready to untie me yet,” I charge. “You want more of me.”

Without acknowledging my accusation, Rian turns the dial up and down.

I feel nothing.

“See. You’re free.”

“Could have fooled me,” I say, pulling at my restraints.

“You still have some more questions to answer.”

“Well, let’s get it over with then.”

Rian isn’t taking the bait. He just shakes his head and turns away.

I guess it’s hard to take me seriously when my pants are down around my ankles and my arms are tied up above my head.

But that doesn’t mean his flippancy doesn’t immediately enrage me.

“Where the hell are you going?” I ask, watching in horror as he moves towards the bedroom door.

“I’m going to get something to eat,” he says, patting his flat belly.

When I look at him, I can’t see anything except the giant outline in his sweatpants.

“You’re not fooling anyone, you creep,” I sneer. “If you wanted to pretend like you don’t want more, then you should have worn some darker pants.”

“Who says I’m done with you, kitten?” Rian smiles. “I’m just going to refuel.”

With that, he opens the door and steps out into the hallway.

“Wait!” I call after him.

“What?”