Page 114 of Pretty Vicious

That’s when I know…I’m going to ruin her.

And even worse?

She wants it.

I exhale slowly, accepting her decision to move forward, a choice that suddenly feels inevitable. Like this was always where we would end up. Like we’re race cars locked on a collision course, engines roaring, neither of us willing to hit the brakes, unable to stop the wreckage.

“Not like that.” I gesture behind her. “I’m going to tie you to the bed.”

Jessica whips her head around with her mouth hanging open. “The bed?” Her voice goes up an octave.

“Yes. The bed.” Amusement stirs, brought on by her shocked expression. “Why do you think I got it?”

She looks at me, looks at the bed, then looks back at me again.

Her mouth opens and closes. On the third try she gets out, “You bought a bed…to tie me up in?”

It’s not accusation.

It’s wonder.

The air thickens between us. Jessica’s pulse thrums at her throat, her breathing shallow. She wets her lips, her fingers twitching at her sides like she doesn’t know what to do with them. A flush creeps across her collarbone, rising up her neck like she can already feel the ropes binding her.

That alone makes me chuckle. With a smirk, I slowly trail my fingers over her bare shoulder. I savor the softness of her skin, relish the way she trembles under my touch. I lift a brow. “Would you have preferred the floor?”

She exhales shakily, like she’s trying to find the right words, but I already see the way her thighs press together. The way she bends toward me, just a little, her body betraying her thoughts. Whatever protest she might form has already slipped away.

Slowly, I lean closer. Her eyes dilate with what looks like a mixture of apprehension and desire. I let my lips hover next to her ear, my breath heating her already flushed skin and I hear the tiniest intake of breath.

She’s waiting.

Wanting.

“Pretty girl,” I say in my gentlest voice. “Move to the center of the bed so I can tie you up.”