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“Should I?” He cocked a brow. He wasn’t playing and a sliver of fear sliced through my desire. “No. I don’t trust you.” I swallowed hard, because this truth wasn’t likely to endear me to him. “I liked watching you fight. Love fucking you, but I don’t know you well enough to trust you.”
“Good.” This smile was slow, edged with danger. “Strip now.”
While he watched, I reached across my chest and slid one strap down, parted the front of the dress just as I’d done for the professor, but that was fake sexy. This felt different. Decadent almost because his gaze was enough to make my skin burn.
As I repeated the action on the other side, he compressed his lips into a hard line. We hadn’t had really angry sex yet. I couldn’t wait.
The dress fell around my feet, and I stepped out of the cloud of silver spangles. I still had on the mile-high heels.
“Put your back against the wall, feet apart.”
I held his gaze as I walked backward until my shoulder blades pressed against the cinderblock wall. It was cold, but I didn’t shiver. Didn’t do more than stare as he took off his jacket and draped it over a table, then rolled his sleeves. “Roman…”
He stopped and looked at me, his voice like a razor. “You speak when spoken to.”
His anger was a third presence in the room, but if he would let me explain, I would’ve been happy to clear this whole mess up, but instead, I stood against the wall, quiet, until he moved closer. “Roman.”
Instead of speaking, he tilted his head and cocked his brow. “Did the professor touch you?”
“No.” And we both knew I was lying and there really wasn’t a reason because of the explanation.
He lifted my left wrist and secured the first bracelet. It was lined with some sort of cushioned fabric but was tight, and I winced when he snapped it closed.
I could smell his cologne, and I wanted to bury my head in his neck and nibble and bite as I breathed in the scent, but I didn’t because I wanted to see where this led us.
He dragged the back of his fingers over my exposed right nipple, and if it hadn’t already been rock-hard, he would’ve made it so. “Did the professor touch you here with his mouth?”
“No.” But my lipstick that had been on the teacher’s mouth colored the pale-white skin around my areola. Shit.
He crouched and secured my right ankle. “If I lock down all four bracelets, I’m leaving you here tonight.” He leaned in to kiss my cheek, then strode to the sink, opened a drawer, and pulled out a washcloth, wetting it. “Clean yourself. Anywhere he touched.” Without breaking our gaze, I swiped the lipstick off my breast, dragged the damp cloth up to my throat and scrubbed, sliding it down my body, over my belly as if I were going to wipe my pussy, then dropped it so it landed by my feet.
Roman smiled. “Did you like him touching you?” Before I could answer, he crouched again. “Or did you imagine it was me?”
“I always want it to be you.” He didn’t reach for the clasp because that was true. Instead, he traced a fingertip up from my knee, inside my thigh, then down the other, bypassing my pussy, and my breath fluttered out unsteadily.
“Did you succeed in your mission?” He was still crouched, and his face was close enough to my pussy, his breath huffed in warm bursts, and I tilted my hips toward him. I wanted his mouth on me. Now. When I didn’t answer, he stood. “Did you succeed in your mission?”
“No.” Another truth. And his tongue followed the path his finger had only just taken. This time I didn’t breathe at all.
I kind of liked this game of his—excitement pulsed in my veins. “If I hadn’t interrupted, would you have fucked the professor if completing the mission required it?”
“No.” He secured my left foot to the wall. He could read me, and I needed to figure out what my tell was. It was something I would have to work on.
“Do you want me to finish chaining you to the wall?” He narrowed his eyes as he stared at me.
Ooh. Tricky. He knew exactly how turned on this whole thing made me, and he knew I wanted him to fuck me after, and that was the tricky part. The part that made me not trust him. If I said yes, he might strap me down, anyway, and there was no telling if he would walk out then, or if he would give me what I wanted. I didn’t have time for a mental debate. He was reaching for my hand. “Yes.”
“Tell me how a girl from the wrong side of the tracks got into Stonewall?”
Fuck. He already knew. I could tell. “I gave Jensen Gartside a hand job in the library so he would take the placement test for me, but I was seventeen, stupid…” How the hell did he know to ask that? I’d never told anyone, and I’d threatened Jensen within an inch of his life if he ever blabbed.
“Did youneedhim to take the test, or did you just want to touch his cock?”
He knew this one, too—again, I had no idea how—and my fucking arm was starting to hurt enough that I was done with this game. “I wanted to suck his cock, but he was afraid.” That was when I discovered that I liked the danger of inappropriate sex in inappropriate places. For the next few months, I’d experimented.
Roman dipped his finger inside my pussy, then ran it over my lips, and pushed it into my mouth. “Would you leave me if I chained you here until morning?”
“Yes.” It wasn’t a lie, but he moved in, lifted my arm and secured the last bracelet.
