“Gods, Saph.”
“Keep purring,” she crooned, tugging harder. “Because, by the grace of Ysalyne, I love listening to you.”
Fucking gods spite me.
As if I were nothing more than a hound on a leash, she guided me toward the bed by my bodily décor. Once satisfied with my position, her palm drove into my chest, forcing me back onto the mattress with enough force to drive the air from my lungs.
As I worked to refill my lungs, she crawled onto the bed, sinking her clothed core down onto my waist. The striped black and white pants adorning her only seemed to accentuate her thighs, thighs I craved to be between. With my attention elsewhere, she yanked my arm overhead, shackling it in the cuffs that’d become part of the very design of my bed frame.
“You’re not going to merely tie me to the bed and?—”
The unrelenting metal closed around my other wrist, its nip threatening to suffocate me. My mind swam, moving toward the abysmal darkness of my past. I’d been sold off to the crown at the age of ten, tormented and used for the king’s desires before he carved me into the very weapon I’d grown to be. He’d robbed me of my childhood,leveraging my dreams of becoming a pirate against me the day he tossed me overboard into the Cove of Ellira, knowing damn well I didn’t know how to swim.
He’d—
Sapphira freed the buckle from my waist, drawing me back with fingers that wasted no time in exploring my hardness. Working over the pants still clinging to my lower half, the desire to drive me to the brink before granting me the grace of release pulsed within her darkening gaze. At the very thought of her control over me, pleasure numbed my senses, locking the shadows of my demons in the confines of my subconscious.
With their sudden disappearance, I rocked my hips skyward. Grinding against her touch, a huffed pant left me as she pressed down to follow my intention. I matched the motion, every buck a display of the aching burn building in my lower abdomen. She mirrored each thrust, granting me what I wanted,knowingexactly which buttons to push to get me off.
“Do you like that,Captain?”
My chest hitched, a panted moan tumbling from between my lips. As her wrist rolled across my length once more, my head slammed against the bed frame, my back arching in response to the overwhelming influx of euphoria.
Still clinging to the chain, she pulled back forcefully, a sharp sting erupting across my chest. “I believe I asked you a question, Cas.”
Hissing between clenched teeth, I peered at her beneath hooded lids. “Yes, I fucking like it. Now stoptoyingwith me, Sapphira.”
“Oh?” she hummed, trailing her fingertips from the decorative piece to my throat. “Maybe I want to hear youbegfor my cunt, Captain.”
“I don’t beg anyone for?—”
“You will.” Pushing herself upright, the warmth of her body vanished as she slid from the bed. “I mean, or you won’t, and then I will leave you chained here with a hard prick and the complete inability to get off. I’m sure Syoran wouldlooooovethat.”
Growling, I yanked against the cuffs, knowing damn well they were forged to be inescapable. “You wouldn’tdare.”
“I wouldn’t?” She pressed her hand to her chest, feigning offense. “After all these years, you really don’t know me, do you?”
“Saph get the fuck?—”
“Beg,” she commanded as she began unlacing her corset with an intentional slowness. “And I will ride you until you see stars, Caspian Vayne.”
My jaw feathered as I watched the taut fabric fall to the ground, the light linen beneath it failing to conceal her assets—not that she’d ever wanted it to. Her hands trailed up her sides, caressing her curves as she worked the material up her abdomen to reveal her bare breasts beneath. Their fullness evoked a deep snarl from me, summoned from the depths of my internalized hunger. It was a need so insatiable I feared only one would be capable of satisfying me to completion.
The fucking bitch in holding.
Gods, what was it about that scrawny whore that drove me so mad? I’d never had a thing for redheads, let alone women who barely had an ounce of meat on them. And somehow,someway,Rohen Levitte had snaked her way into the dark recesses of my mind, threatening to consume me whole.
And the worst part of it all was that Iwantedher to.
The snap of leather brought me back, the sound barely registering before the pleasurable ache spread across my bare skin. Its red-hot anger pulsed with an intention shared with the wielder, one indicative of an impending outburst.
“Are you still thinking about thatbitch?” Saph snarled, wrapping the belt once responsible for holding up my trousers around her knuckles.
A smile consumed my lips. “Oh? Is someonejealous?”
“Jealous?” she spat, in clear denial of how easily readable she was. “Why thefuckwould I be jealous of any woman warming your bed?”
My tone dropped a few octaves as my tongue swept across my canines. “Perhaps because you are one of thewomenwarming my bed.”
