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I spin her around and twist her hands behind her back, snatching the wire she holds from her grasp. Both wrists I grip in one of my hands. She almost tips sideways from the force of the spin, but I keep her steady. I hold her against me, her back to my front, and I twine the wire she’d been using around her wrists.
Binding her.
She struggles and protests, thrashing against me. “What the hell are you doing?! Untie me right now… I mean it!”
“You’ve been very bad, Phi,” I growl in her ear. “Do you know how fucking angry it makes me when you’re in danger? Do you know what I’ve done to protect you?”
“What does that have to do with—untie me!”
“All the men I’ve massacred, just to ensure you’re safe,” I go on, fury spiking inside me. I spend a second trailing her jawline, inhaling the scent of her from the pulse in her neck. “I’ve ripped apart this city to find the man who hurt you. I’ve murdered a crime boss in cold blood in a room full of his own men, and almost choked out my father for simply bringing our feud around you. I’ve sat in your apartment late at night, wondering why you weren’t there. Wondering if I needed to burn the city down to find you. And this is how you repay me?”
“I didn’t ask you to do those things. I don’t owe you anything,” she grits out, still twisting. She’s trying to slip her wrists out of the looped wire.
“That’s where you’re wrong. You owe me everything. I’ve kept you alive all these years. I’ve kept you safe. Not a hair on your head was ever hurt for twelve years because of me. It’s been me who has made your world as perfect as can be,” I explain coolly. My free hand gropes the many soft curves of her body, sliding down to the button of her jeans. I undo the button and then stop. “And it’smewho’s going to punish you.”
She stills in my grasp, shock washing over her. “You can’t possibly be serious right now?”
“You’re going to ask me to. Tell me how you want to be punished. Beg me.”
With Delphine’s back pressed up against my front, I can’t see her face-to-face. Only her distant reflection in the glass of Little’s dresser mirror tells me. Her brows are knitted, the rest of her expression strangely slack.
She’s caught off guard by this turn of events.
She’s falling prey like so many times before. So confused by the darker impulses that course through her. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s already wet. If her panties are soaked and her imagination is already running rampant with all the things I might do to her—and it only turns her on more.
Her scent sweetens. Her breath stalls. She’s speechless.
I squeeze her bound wrists within my hand and use the other to toy with the undone button of her jeans. “You know what I want to hear. You know what you need right now. Be a good girl and say the words, Phi.”
She swallows. The subtle sound becomes louder in the quiet. So does her heartbeat. I can practically hear it pounding away inside her chest.
The internal struggle is real, as it always is with Delphine. The good side and bad side squaring off. Her conscience begging her to say no. For her to resist me for once.
But that’s not possible.
Delphine and I are drawn together on a level that defies all logic and reason. That is encoded inside of us, in our very DNA. Every fucking cell in our bodies calls to each other.
“Punish me,” she says, barely audible. “I want you to… to punish me.”
A devilish grin starts at the corners of my mouth. “Good girl. Get down on your knees.”
Delphine drops down without question. Her arms twisted behind her back, she looks up at me with her eyes wide and curious, and unafraid.
Eyes full of trust.
Trust that’s fifteen years in the making. From the moment I first met her so many years ago.
She’s giving herself to me. Her pleasure is in my hands—and her pain.
It’s a level of power weak men would never understand. The power of a woman giving herself completely, explicitly to you. They think forcing a woman makes them strong when it only demonstrates how they lack influence and are truly weak at their core.
A man is never more powerful than when a woman begs to be pleasured. Begs to be punished.
I thumb Delphine’s cheek and then the full, heart-shaped outline of her lips. She sucks the tip into her mouth, her gaze stuck to mine. I recognize the naughty glint forming. She’s waiting on me. She’s presenting her mouth for fucking.
I unbuckle my pants and waste no time stuffing my cock in her mouth. My eyes close as I spend a moment savoring the warmth ensconcing my dick from all angles. Few things compare to Delphine’s lips wrapped around me.
I dig my fingers into her curls and withdraw half of my length before cramming myself back inside. Farther down her throat than the first time. Delphine makes a gagging noise and opens her mouth wider, trying to better accommodate my full size.
