Maybe it’s involuntary. I shift forward, then back, eliciting a drawn-out grunt from him as I try to get comfortable.
I ignore the desire that floods through me, as well as the way my body responds to his heat with my own. Every muscle in my core aches to grind down against him, wants more of that hardness. That dangerous edge that’s aligned just right between my legs.
My head spins, dizzy with lust and power. I’ve never been in this sort of situation. I’ve never touched a man except to fight, and I’ve certainly never felt a rigid dick against my body.
He feels nothing like my fingers. This fire burns so much hotter, so much deeper, causing me to throb in places I didn’t know I could.
I want…
No.
This isn’t about what I want. It’s about what I need. I have to show him I’m in control.I’mthe one with the power.
“It must make you angry, hmm?” I bring my face to his. “Being so very impotent.”
I choose the words deliberately, intending to emasculate, to wound, to let him know just how helpless he is.
Even so, I can practically taste the lie on my lips. Because he’s not impotent. Not even close.
That twitching line becomes more erect.
Resting my hands on his chest, I feel his heart thumping against my palm, the muscles in his cheek contracting as he clenches his jaw.
We’re both trapped, caught in this detestable but unstoppable current coursing between us.
I grip his chin, my fingers pressing into the sharp angle of his jaw as I force him to meet my eyes. “Where. Is. My. Locket?”
Chapter 11
Nika
I can’t tell what Max wants to do more, kill me or fuck me.
Looking into his eyes as his body strains against mine, I don’t know where one desire ends and the other begins. The barely restrained fury and need that practically radiate from him mirror my own confusing tangle of emotions.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“I already told you.” Max grits out the words through clenched teeth. “You’re not going to get it by sitting on my lap and playing games.”
“No?” I shift my weight to grind against him, ensuring he feels every inch of contact. The action issues a pulse of dizzying pleasure through me. “Seems like it’s working pretty well so far.”
His lips stretch thin as his face hardens. “You think this is power? You think because you tied me up, because you’re sitting on me, because you drugged me, you’re in control?”
I tilt back a bit, lessening the pressure against him. “Aren’t I?”
“No.” He leans forward as far as his bound arms will allow, and his breath skates across my lips when he speaks. “Because the minute you untie me and give me even a fraction of freedom,I’m going to put my hands on you and make you regret every second of this.”
The warning should terrify me. A sane person would keep their distance. I should remember that he’s Roman’s weapon, and I’m his target.
None of that happens.
Instead, a fire rages within me. My body responds to the promise in his words, the dark edge of violence and lust all mixed together. “But I would have to give you that freedom first.” I tighten my grip on his chin and rake my other hand through his hair, tugging viciously enough to make it sting. “Big words for someone who can’t even move.”
“Try me.” He clamps his mouth shut as if he regrets his words.
Because they’re laden with our unspoken truths, with everything we’re trying not to acknowledge.
I want to close the last few inches between us and find out if his mouth is as dangerous as his hands. I wonder if he tastes like the brutality he threatens or something else entirely.
