Page 254 of Vicious Temptation

“I mean it, Remi. You don’t push through anything for me.”

“I know. I promise.” A small smile touches her mouth, letting go of some of the defiance she’s been holding on to.

Reaching past me, she retrieves the cuffs from my bag and presses them into my hand. “I want this with you.”

The metal sits heavy in my palm.

“Only if you’re sure.”

She rises to her toes and kisses me. “I’m sure.” A hint of mischief returns to her expression as she takes my hand and leads me out of the bathroom. “But make it unforgettable.”

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

I follow her down the hall and into the home gym overlooking the bay. She stops at the squat rack, then tips her chin toward the pull-up bar overhead.

“Up there.”

I look from the bar to the bruises circling her wrists. “You want me to cuff you to that?”

“My choice, remember?”

Any other time, Remi asking me to cuff her naked to a pull-up bar would have me thinking about all the things I could do to her and testing just how many times I could make her come before she started threatening my life.

Tonight, all I can see are those bruises around her wrists.

I nod. “Your choice.”

She reaches behind my neck and hauls me down to her. “Don’t hold back. When I’m all tied up, you’re going to get on your knees and eat this pussy like it belongs to you.”

Catching her around the waist, I pull her against me. “It’s mine.”

“It is. Yours to take however you want.”

I quirk an eyebrow. “However I want?”

“That’s what I said, Braga.”

A smile breaks across my face as I let out a slow breath. “Careful what you ask for.” I kiss her hard enough that she rocks back against the rack when I let her go. “Stay right there.”

Remi’s eyebrows draw together. “Where the hell are you going?”

I’m already halfway through the door.

“I’m naked in the middle of a gym, Thiago. Where exactly am I going to go?”

Her laugh follows me down the hall.

It takes less than a minute to find what I’m looking for. When I return, Remi is beneath the pull-up bar with her arms crossed under her breasts. Her attention lands on the bottle of lube in one of my hands and the bright orange butt plug in the other.

Her eyebrows shoot up, and her arms slowly drop to her sides as she stares at it, then looks at me. “You brought a butt plug on this trip?”

“I did.”

“And it’s fucking orange?”

I glance at it. “Thought you’d appreciate the color.”