Page 162 of Their Wicked Secrets: Untouched, Vol 5 of 6

“I could’ve walked,” I say, straightening my shirt, holding it down so my hands have something to do.

Eli turns and his dark eyes captivate me, capturing me, locking me in place. He closes the distance between us. I back up a few steps at the intensity of his eyes, but my insides are keyed up and ready for whatever he wants from me. He smells even more divine than usual. Earthy, rich.

“I claimed my prize, kitten.” His hand wraps around the back of my neck and he closes the distance between us.

I gasp in a breath at the rush of desire that makes me almost dizzy. I place my hands on his chest. My fingertips buzz. My insides burn as he smirks down at me.

“I won you. You belong to me.”

Sparks float drunkenly along my veins. There’s so much we have to focus on. So much we have to do still. But right now, I’m his. His to do with what he wants. All that exists is this room, Eli, and this intoxicating need hovering between us.

I lean in and press my lips against his heart. His skin is salty and I want to taste him everywhere. I love him so fucking much. “What do you want from me, sir?”

When I lift my gaze to his darkened eyes, his expression softens slightly. His hand curves around my hip, pulling me in tight against his solid body. His cock hard against my stomach.

“I don’t want a docile pet tonight, kitten.” He leans down, his breath hot against my ear. “I want a wild cat.”

My heart beats a frantic rhythm. He draws back. I’m not sure what he wants, but I want to give it to him. As I search his eyes, he waits for me. Like he’s waiting for me to come to a decision. “What does that mean?”

He crowds me backward until my back is against the wall. My breath catches and my panties are so wet. His smirk is that little evil one he gave me in the beginning of us. The one that says he knows I’ll do exactly what he wants. It sets my pulse racing.

“It means I don’t want your submission right now. I want to take from you.” His thumb traces my throbbing pulse in my neck. Can he feel how hard it’s beating for him? “Is that okay, kitten?”

He tips my chin up and searches my eyes. Maybe he’s worried I’ll be afraid. After all, I’ve been attacked a few times now with the promise of something unthinkable. But this is Eli and everything he’s done to me so far only results in pleasure. Maybe a little pain, but always pleasure.

“If that’s what you want,” I say, swallowing down the fear and desire both pressing forward at the thought of him taking me. Rough and wild.

It’s so easy to drown in his dark eyes.

“Remember your safe word. No and stop won’t stop me, kitten.” He brushes my lips with his finger, watching the movement. “Red or arrow will. I’m going to be rough, but I won’t hurt you.”

I flick out my tongue to touch his finger, and his eyes lift to mine. Heat and desire and possession stare back at me. My heart is a steady drumbeat inside my chest. His presence seeps into my soul, trying to consume me.

“Not any more than I have in the past, kitten.” He steps away from me. “Take off the jersey.”

My breath catches in my chest. I long for his touch. I could take the jersey off like he wants, but that’s not what he truly wants from me. He wants a challenge. He wants to dominate me, control me, conquer me.

And every inch of me is on board with that. He lowers his hand to his belt and slowly opens it, watching me, waiting for me to follow his orders. Like his docile kitten.

The clink of his belt spurs me into motion. I jerk toward the bathroom. I don’t want to truly get away, or I would have run out the door and gotten lost in the sea of people. We don’t have that much time though, and while the idea of him chasing me through the party and dragging me back to this room or taking me where he catches me has some appeal. Not tonight.

I’m surprised at how much the thought of them chasing me through the crowd turns me on, but I’ll examine that later. Right now, I need to get to the bathroom and put a door between us.

He gives a low hum of approval, and warmth spreads through me as I get to the bathroom door. Before I can open it, he lifts me off my feet. His arms an iron band around my waist.

I don’t give up. I kick at his shins behind me and pry at his arms with my fingers. My sneakers do little good though. He holds me tight and effortlessly carries me over to the bed. He tosses me face first onto it. Before I can scramble up, he’s on top of me. His weight holding me down, pressing me into the softness.

I try to shove up on my hands and knees, struggling to get away. His hand presses against the center of my back holding me down, pinning me. For a second I’m caught like a butterfly unable to escape.

His chuckle is dark. The slide of his belt from his pants is the only sound above my ragged breathing. My fingers clench into the soft bedding. What can I do? I’m not strong enough to lift him off me. When he grabs my wrist, I resist and try to pull away from him, but he easily overpowers me.

“Fuck,” I whisper and grip the comforter with my other hand to try to drag myself out from under him.

Straddling my hips, he tsks me as he grabs my other hand, holding me down with his weight. “Thank you, kitten.”

He holds my wrists together behind my back and wraps his belt around them. I try to make it difficult, to wiggle, to escape, but there’s no use. He has me bound and beaten in seconds.

I blow out a breath as he moves off me. The rustle of his clothing is loud in the room. His shoes clunk to the floor next to the door, followed by mine. I try to roll, to slide, to do anything but just wait here for him to do what he wants with me. But it’s useless.