Page 47 of Venomous Throne

“That kiss,” I panted, “was really good.”

Yep, and I sounded like a dopey, idiot schoolgirl that never had been fucked, let alone kissed.

Which…was partially true. Not like this, never like this.

Jaxon leaned forward. His lips grazed along my jaw, moving lower to that sensitive spot below my ear.

“We’re going to play a game.”

I was dead—dead!

“Okay,” I gasped.

It wasn’t until his other hand merged with the left, each grasping a wrist to bring to the front of my body, that I realized he wasn’t holding the back of my head. He crossed my wrists, one over the other.

Something small and sharp snagged around the skin.

A zip tie.

A freaking zip tie!

Jaxon bound me. We hadn’t even taken off our clothing or had sex, and he was binding me.

My poor heart nearly fainted from excitement at the kinky plot twist, while a little voice wondered in the back of my mind what kind of man carried zip ties in his pocket.

I embraced the situation, possessed by the crazed combination of delight and terror.

“The rules are simple,” he murmured, pressing his lips against the bound flesh before dragging them above my head. “Don’t touch, and I kiss.”

He pulled my arms above my head and tipped me backward, forcing me to lie on the bed.

“What happens if I touch?” I whispered…because, apparently, I couldn’t help myself.

There was that low vibration thrumming in his chest. A chuckle, but not a laugh. “Move. Reach out. Touch. And I’ll spank you until your ass is bright red.”

I blanched.

I was practically a virgin compared to this display of bondage and dominance.

“Don’t I get a say in that?” I breathed.

His beard tickled my throat, as his lips closed over my racing pulse.

“Tell me to go, bella.”

Well, shit. If he put it that way….

“Okay, no touching.” I could do this.

I stared at his profile as he took his time marking my neck, my collar, and then my chest. The delicate sleeper tank was no match for him. With one vicious tug, he snapped the thin straps and shoved the material down my body.

He lifted his head and stared at my breasts. Pure, unadulterated hunger blazed in his eyes. It was the look a predator had right before it feasted on their downed prey.

“Jaxon?” I whispered.

“Hmm?”

I wet my lips. “I’m glad you’re here.”