Page 22 of Sinners Reunion

“Cut it out,” she says. “Do whatever the fuck you want but that.”

“I’m not attempting to kiss you,” I say.

She relaxes as much as she can in the cuffs.

“Still phobic about that, eh?” I take a step back and admire her.

We both had our own set of rules back then. I said no getting attached, and she said no kissing. It turned out that I was the only one who knew how to follow rules.

“It’s not a phobia.” She tries to relax her arms, but the spikes poke her again. “I can’t stay like this, King. It’s cruel and unusual. My arms are already tired, and it hasn’t even been two minutes.”

Yes, it’s cruel and unusual and the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. She sits on her knees, not quite able to relax her full ass on her feet. Yes, this will do nicely.

“I see the way you look at Blayne. The same way you looked at that stranger,” I say. “You have needs, but those boys don’t know how to satisfy them. You know they don’t.”

She looks up at her wrists. “I dunno, man. I doubt they’d have to drag me away and chain me up.”

“A mere formality.” I step closer and brush the hair from her cheek.

She snatches her face away.

This will be much more difficult than I anticipated. I thought once I spoke softly and flirted a little, she’d calm right down and become putty in my hands. This is more like playing with shards of glass.

How can I convince her to let me in?

“You can’t keep me locked up like this forever,” she says.

Can’t I?

“That’s where you’re wrong.” I give her a smirk as I realize the error of my ways. There is more than one way to get what I want, and I’ve just been going about it wrong. “I can keep you just like this. You can’t worm your way out of those cuffs.”

I turn and start toward the exit. A few hours in those shackles might leave her mood much improved.

But it seems I won’t need hours, as she provides the opening I require with her next breath.

“Stop being such a dick! You can’t fault me for trying to meet my needs with men who might be more available than your closed-off ass.” She grunts, and it’s adorable, really. “Might as well change your name to Captain Cockblock at this rate.”

I allow myself a single smirk before turning to face her with a serious expression. “My dear girl, if release is all you require, why didn’t you say so? I can provide you with that.”

“No strings attached, of course,” she says with a roll of her eyes.

“Were you looking for something with strings?”

“Well . . . no.”

“Then why not allow me to assist you?” I shrug my shoulders. “I wouldn’t mind. We already have a history, and I know what you need.”

She scoffs and tries to make herself more comfortable, but the cuffs make that impossible. “I doubt you could even get me where I need to go. The thought of you between my legs repulses me.”

“Prove it.”

“What?”

“Let’s put it to the test. Let me between your legs. If I can make you come within ten minutes, I’ll let you out of those cuffs and you’ll be a good girl for me. For the remainder of the trip, you’ll stop demanding to ride with Blayne and any other man who might cross our merry little path.”

“And if I don’t come?”

I hide my smile. I’ve got the little minx.