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“Is that true?” I asked him.
He said nothing, his jaw moving like his teeth needed to be punished. Oh fuck. I lifted my hips again. Punished. I wanted to be punished. “You don’t want anyone touching me but you?” Eden wasn’t very strong and she certainly wasn’t trying too hard to restrain me. I think she was on my side more than his when it came to this little power struggle, so when I pulled my hand back between my legs, she didn’t try too hard to stop me. In fact, when I switched my grip so it was my hand holding hers and I pushed her fingers down on my clit, she did it with some eagerness.
“Fuck,” she groaned and bit my shoulder. “You are the hottest goddamn thing.”
“You don’t want her to touch me because I’m your wife?” I asked, pushing Eden’s fingers against me just the way I liked. The way he taught me to like. My eyes never leaving his face. “I’m going to come,” I said. “And if you won’t—”
“No.” He stood and Eden flinched, and even I felt a moment of hesitation. A real and cold fear of him. He walked over to us and leaned down, just a little. Enough to put one hand against my chest, his fingers curling around my neck. His other hand knocked Eden’s fingers away so his palm cupped me. Long and thick, his fingers slid down between the thick, wet and hot folds between my legs to tease the entrance of my body. I gasped and shook and pushed myself against him. He held me down, against Eden.
“This is mine,” he said. His fingers speared inside of me and I screamed at the pleasure/pain of it. “No one touches this but me.”
The orgasm was coming. So hard and so fierce I was shaking. I could actually feel tears burning in my eyes. Eden’s hands were cupping my breasts, teasing my nipples, and he must not have minded that because his eyes burned as he watched. I was held open for him. Pried open by him. “You can play all the fucking games you want, Poppy but this…this is mine.”
“Then take it,” I said.
We were all frozen in the moment. Stay or go. Love me or deny me.
I’d gambled everything on this one thing and I had no idea what he would do. His hands left my body and without them I felt like I might float away on the pain. On the ache of wanting so much from him and always being denied.
But then he scooped me up in his arms, cradling me against his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck, buried my face against his chest, breathing him in. From the floor he grabbed my pants and carried me away from Eden to the back cabin. To a place where it was quiet and dark and just us.
He slammed shut the door behind him, like he could stop time. Like he could stop this plane’s travel through the sky back to the city and the people who would kill us. He tossed me on the bed where I bounced and spread my arms out wide so I didn’t fall off.
“You’re my wife,” he said, saying the word like he was tasting every edge of it. He shook out my pants and found in the back pocket the bloody stretch of fabric that had tied our hands together during our ceremony.
“What are you going to do about it?” I asked, taunting him mercilessly.
CHAPTER THREE
Poppy
He reached behind his head and pulled off his fine, expensive sweater. His wiry strength was revealed, his sleek muscles across his chest, down to the waist of his pants. He was beautiful and sharp and I wanted him so much it hurt.
My eyes on his beautiful body, I lay back, my hand between my legs.
“Don’t,” he said.
“Or what?”
He grabbed my hand in a grip that was too rough, which made it perfect, and then he put one knee on the bed, making the mattress dip under his weight and my body rolled into his. He pushed my hand up over my head and then grabbed my other hand and forced it over my head too. With the bloody cloth that bound us in holy matrimony, he tied my hands together, the fabric rough against the tender skin of my wrists. I sucked in a breath. And then another.
He was silent, his eyes blazing over my body.
“Ronan,” I whispered and reached for him with my bound hands, but he caught them and pressed them back to the bed over my head. He slid the palm of his other hand between my legs and gave me that pressure I loved so much against my clit. And I could have nodded. I could have said yes. I wanted to. Lord knows at the moment I would have said yes to anything. But we’d done all of this before, this territory of his hand between my legs and me coming alone while he held himself aloof was well traveled and I couldn’t do it again.
