His hands wrapped around my hips, lifting me up and on top of him as he rolled onto his back. He grabbed my wrists, bringing them to his throat.
“I need you,” he said.
“Stop,” I said, ripping my hands back. “You aren’t in charge here, and if you want me to punish you for being a terrible person, that’s not your decision.”
His hands dropped, resting on the bed above his head. “Okay. You’re in charge.”
“You’re going to give up the control, just like that?”
“To you? Yes. Only you. I would bow at your fucking feet, Regan. You always have the control.”
He groaned and pushed his hips up, lifting me with him. I yelped, but quickly settled when I felt how hard he was already.
“Is that for me?”
“Yes,” he said, his throat tight. “All for you.”
“This cock belongs to me, doesn’t it? That’s what you were telling that girl at the bar, weren’t you? That it belongs buried in me and no one else.”
“Yes, so let me fucking bury it,” he said through gritted teeth.
“I can’t. You said you weren’t good. You said you’ve used me. That you’re going to ruin my life. Is that true?”
“It is,” he groaned. He reached up, grabbing my hips and trying to pull me onto his cock, but I stopped him. “I’m taking everything from you.”
“What if I tell you not to?”
For a second, he seemed to contemplate it, but his jaw tightened and his eyes closed. “I still might have to.”
I reached over, pulling out the handcuffs Harper had given me as a joke. I had thought she was ridiculous even for a joke, but now I might have to thank her.
The pink fuzzy cuffs slipped around my headboard and then slapped around his wrist. They could barely count as metal, but they would work. His eyes flew open, fighting against them for a second before he smiled.
“So what now? Do I lie here and trust that you aren’t going to kill me?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t love that.”
“I do,” I said, grinning as I leaned down to kiss him. He reached up to meet my lips but couldn’t sit up all the way with the cuffs. “Are you sure you want this, Rook?”
“Like I’ve never wanted anything. It’s all yours. Whatever you want. I’m fucking yours, Rebel. I shouldn’t be, but I am.” I repositioned him at my entrance, letting his cock move along me. He groaned, lifting his hips up. “Please, Rebel.”
“Maybe I should use that toy you gave me and just make you watch.”
He laughed, the sound clearer now than before, but I knew he was still a little buzzed. “I think I’m forever stuck between loving you taking control like a fucking queen, while also wanting to make your ass red for trying to tell me what to do.”
“I’m mad at you still, so I do get to tell you what to do. Don’t you dare come until I do, Rook.”
I dropped down, taking him slow as my body stretched around him. His hands fumbled with the handcuffs, desperately trying to reach out to me.
I ran my hands down him, appreciating every scar, tattoo, and muscle. “I like this. All of this,” I said, moving back up his stomach to his chest.
“You don’t need to lie. I’ll get you off either way.”
“I wasn’t lying. I like all of this.”
He writhed under me, his hips bucking in a desperate attempt to take control. But I was the one in control, and I reveled in his submission. As I increased my pace, my hips rocking faster and harder, his breath began to come in short bursts.
