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"Did I, or did not, explicitly warn you not to go anywhere unless you checked in with me first?"
"Yes, but that was a stupid request. Surely, you didn't expect me to obey it?" I shake my hair back from my face.
"Considering you're the one tied up, wearing a skimpy blouse and a skirt, and I’m the one holding a gun, I wouldn’t recommend you try to sass me right now," he says in the same tone one might use to ask about the weather.
A shiver courses up my neck. My pulse drumbeats at my temples. Jesus Christ, I’ve done it now. I’ve made him not just angry, but furious. If I thought I saw his temper earlier, I’m beginning to suspect I haven't seen anything yet.
"Come to think of it, except for the part when I barged in and you seemed taken aback—a surprise you’ve recovered from rather quickly, I might add—you’ve held onto your composure rather well. It’s almost as if..." He cocks his head, and I feel like I can see the gears clicking inside before he speaks again. "You were expecting me, weren’t you?"
"What?" I bite the inside of my cheek. "Of course not."
"You knew Adrian would be watching the house. You called for a car and came here, knowing full-well he’d report back to me. In fact," his gaze narrows, "this entire scene is for my benefit. You wanted to bring me here. You wanted me to lose my composure. You wanted to push me until I lost control." He leans in until his chest almost brushes my thrust-out breasts. Until his scent deepens and intensifies and swirls around me and goes to my head. Goddam it, why does he always smell so good… so hot… so sexy I want to lick him up from head to toe before I bury my nose in his neck and draw in a lungful of his heady scent?
"I don’t know what you are talking about." I lick my lips and his gaze drops to my mouth.
"Don’t lie to me," he says, still using that tone which is so casual, it’s clear he’s plotting something in that sadistic mind of his.
He places the gun against my cheek. "So damn beautiful, you took my breath away the first I saw you at Venom, you know?"
"D-did I?" My breath hitches.
He drags the barrel of the gun down my neck, down the valley between my breasts until it encounters the first button in the front. He pushes down until the button pops. It hits the ground and rolls away. He continues down, pops the second button, then the next and the next, until my shirt gapes in the front. He pushes aside both flaps, until my breasts are bared to his gaze.
"No bra," he says in a conversational tone. "Were you making sure to give an eyeful to the men in the club?"
I shake my head.
"Lying again, Elsa?"
What happened to Princess? Why isn’t he calling me Princess? He’s really pissed off at me, isn’t he? Fear churns my stomach. "I wore a coat and only took it off when I entered this room." I glance at the small closet in the corner of the room. "You can look inside the cupboard."
"I have a better idea." He circles my nipple with the barrel of the gun. My belly flip-flops and my breasts seem to swell. Why am I getting turned on? He’s using a gun to play with my nipple, he— He drags the gun to the opposite breast, rubs the barrel of the gun across my nipple, which is as hard as a diamond.
"Turns you on, does it?" He circles my nipple once again with the gun, and my entire body shudders.
"Definitely turns you on." He tilts his head, his gaze curious. "Is it the danger, or the sense of the forbidden that arouses you more, you think? Or is it the fact I’m a Mafioso who’s used this gun to kill men, and now I'm holding it to your breast? The same breast with which you fed your daughter, I assume?"
He lowers his gun, only to replace it with his mouth. He closes his lips around my erect nipple and sucks, hard. I feel it all the way to my core.
"Oh, god," I groan, "oh, my god."
He continues to suck on my nipple, pulling at it, tugging on it. He bites down with his teeth and my entire body jerks.
"Please," I whine, "please, Seb, please."
He releases my nipple with a pop and straightens.
"Please what?" he asks, his tone so polite, it’s as if he’s going to follow up with m’lady. "What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to make me come."
"Negative." One side of his lips twists. "Next?"
I stare at him. "Why won’t you let me come? Earlier, you stopped just as I was about to climax."
"Excellent." He bares his teeth. "You're beginning to understand how our relationship is going to play out."
"I don’t understand anything," I huff. "If you think you're going to scare me with your gun, think again."
