A needy whimper escaped my lips. I wanted to hit myself. Fucking fuck, he would definitely get me to beg this time. I was done for. Finished. Fucking fucked. And I couldn’t wait.
The grin that grew on his face could only be described as sadistic. The pressure of his knee on my back lifted, right hand moving to my hair, pulling me up to my knees. I’d never liked having my hair pulled, none of the guys I’d been with knew how to do it right, but my Avalanche… Fuck, I’d let him do anything to me. I might even throw out my own ground rules if he asked me to.
He moved in front of me, tilted my head back as he pressed his body to mine, and captured my lips in a bruising kiss. He sucked my bottom lip and bit down. Hard, drawing a moan. God I sounded so pathetic. I knew I was only going to get worse.
“I love those naughty little noises you make for me.”
I didn’t have time to retort before he was back to devouring me. I lifted my hands to run them under his shirt. I need to touch him, to feel him. Except, a shackle made of ice wrapped around each of my wrists and slammed my arms to my side.
“But—”
“Shut up. You haven’t earned the right to touch me yet.”
“How—”
“I said shut the fuck up,” he growled, yanking my head back.
Sick. I was so fucking sick. I would never let anyone talk to me like that, ever. But him? Fuck me, I whimpered. Again. And rubbed my thighs together, desperately trying to create any kind of friction. He noticed.
Tsking, he used his knee to force my legs apart. I felt something wrap around my ankles. I imagined it was more shackles or something along those lines, but I couldn’t see. Austin wouldn’t let my attention move from his.
“What do you think you’re doing, Nightshade?”
The wordnothingalmost slipped out, but he told me to shut up so I was shutting the fuck up. Amusement shone in his eyes.
“Now you have nothing to say?”
I shook my head. He grabbed my jaw with his free hand and squeezed, darkened eyes boring into mine.
“When I ask you a question, you open your fucking mouth to answer me. So we’re going to try this again. What do you think you’re doing?”
Fuck me. I. Was. Drenched.
“Trying to create friction.” My voice came out distorted with his hand still clenching my jaw.
He tsked again. “So impatient.”
His hand left my face, trailing his finger over my jaw, down my neck to my collar bone. His eyes were following the path of his fingers until he reached the front of my pencil skirt. It had four buttons in the front—not just decorative either, they could be undone. I watched him debate his next move; whether he would take off my fleece-lined tights from underneath or remove both the tights and skirt.
He decided on a more aggressive version of the former, ripping my tights and panties off. I kept my mouth shut, even though I wanted to yell at him for that. Fleece lined anything was stupid expensive; those tights cost me a small fortune, but I would pick my battles. He’d hear about it later.
Plus, any will to yell at him evaporated as his thumb began circling my clit. The groan he let out when he felt how wet I was for him did something to my brain chemistry. It was witchcraft that made me want to get that sound out of him again and again.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet for me. You like to be chased, chained, and fucking used?”
I started to nod, not trusting my voice, but remembered his earlier demand and stopped myself.
“Yes,” I breathed out.
His sadistic smile hadn’t dropped, but as the word left my mouth, it turned more wicked—dangerous.
“You listened so good, baby. Tell me, what do you want as a reward?”
My eyes flickered to the bulge practically begging to get out of his jeans. I wanted him to fuck my mouth until I couldn’t breathe and tears were streaming down my face, but I didn’t trust myself to say that many words in my current state. My gaze went back to his, my tongue running over my lips.
“I want you to use me.”
He detangled his hand from my hair and stood. I kept my gaze locked on his as he worked his belt loose, then his button, then his zipper. My mouth watered in anticipation as he freed himself from his boxers.
