Page 109 of The Tower

Heat floods my cheeks, but also pools lower, a liquid warmth between my thighs. “I want—I want you to touch me.”

“I am touching you,” he says, his finger now tracing the waistband of my panties. “Is this what you mean?”

“More,” I manage, my voice barely audible.

His smile is predatory now. “What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

“More,” I say, louder this time. “I want more.”

“Show me,” he commands, taking a step back. “Show me how much you want it.”

For a moment, I’m frozen, uncertain what he means. Then understanding dawns, and with it a rush of both embarrassment and arousal. He wants me to kneel. To physically demonstrate my surrender, my need.

He wants me to get on my knees and beg.

Pride wars with desire, a battle that’s been raging since that first night when he laid down his rule. But tonight, desire wins. My eyes never leave his as I sink to my knees before him.

His eyes darken at the sight, his chest rising and falling with quickening breaths. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs. “Now tell me what you want.”

“Please,” I whisper, the word finally escaping after weeks of being held captive behind my pride. “Please touch me. Please … everything.”

“Again,” he demands, his voice hoarse. “Louder.”

“Please, Liam,” I say, my voice stronger now. “I’m begging you. Please.”

In one fluid motion, he pulls me to my feet and into his arms, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss that’s all heat and hunger and victory. I surrender to it completely, giving myself over to the sensations that ripple through me as his hands roam my body with newfound possession.

“Mine,” he growls against my lips. “All mine.”

“Yes.” I gasp as his mouth trails down my neck. “Yours.”

“Tell me the rest,” he demands. “Beg for what you want.” He thrusts me backward toward the bed, his movements echoing the urgency I can feel in both of us. When my legs hit the edge, he stops, his hands coming up to cup my face. “Tell me.”

“Everything,” I whisper. “I want you to fuck me. And—and I want everything.”

A devilish smile tugs at his lips. “Are you sure, Princess? Because once we start, I won’t stop. Not until you’ve had everything you begged for.”

The promise sends a shiver of anticipation through me. “I’m sure.”

He reaches into the nightstand drawer and pulls out a length of black silk. My eyes widen at the sight, a flutter of nervous excitement in my stomach.

“Trust me,” he says, not a question but a statement.

I nod, unable to find words as he moves behind me, gently pulling my arms behind my back. The silk is cool and smooth against my skin as he binds my wrists, the knot secure but not painfully tight.

“A pretty package, just for me,” he whispers his voice close to my ear.

I close my eyes and moan, surprised by how the restraint heightens every sensation, makes me more aware of my body, of his presence behind me.

“Close your eyes,” he orders, and I comply without hesitation.

I feel him move away, then return. Something cool and soft brushes across my collarbone—another piece of silk, I realize, as he uses it to blindfold me.

Darkness envelops me, and I focus on the sound of his breathing, the scent of his cologne, the heat of his body as he moves around me—all somehow more wild and sensual now that I’m in the dark.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs as his finger traces the curve of my shoulder, down my arm, then back up. The light touch sends shivers across my skin, my nipples tightening in response. “So beautiful.”

His hand tangles in my hair, pulling my head back gently but firmly to expose my throat. His lips press against the sensitive skin there, then move lower, across my collarbone, then lower still until they close around one nipple.