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He laughs. “I like that, already screaming my name.”
I gasp, my cheeks burn, and I clamp my mouth shut.
We leave through a back gate instead of going through the restaurant, and Finn opens the door of his coupe with one hand, the other still wrapped around my thighs. He gently deposits me in the passenger seat, and I blush when he leans across me to buckle me in, the smell of his rich cologne wafting past me.
Finn drives like a bat out of hell, his hand never leaving my thigh. I’m grateful that he uses the private underground garage. The last thing I need in all this is for one ofLes Arnaqueusesto see me and have word get back to my father.
Before I even have time to unbuckle, he’s already opening the passenger door, sweeping out his palm. “After you, princess.”Princess.That one word makes my stomach flutter more than anything else he’s said tonight. I convinced him to drive me to get ice cream once by saying, “I’m the Luciano Princess,” and he replied, “Well, who am I to deny a princess.”
“I can’t believe you remember that.”
“I remember every second I’ve spent with you.”
My stomach twists into knots at his words. The knot only grows into a bigger and tighter ball as we take the elevator to the top floor. It loosens a bit when he pushes me against the door to kiss me ravenously before letting us into Cash’s apartment—the same one we’ve been surveilling for days. It drops into the pit of my stomach as we step into the apartment, and I listen to the click of the lock. Standing here now, I realize the gravity of the fucked-up-ness of this whole situation.
But then he’s wrapping his arms around my waist from behind and kissing my neck, and I can’t bring myself to resist.Just one night, I tell myself.
I roll my head to the side, giving him more access and as he sucks the sensitive skin between his lips, a moan slips out of mine. “Fuck,”his breath tickles my neck, “you don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear that sweet sound.” He groans and bites down on my earlobe and my knees nearly buckle.
His hands inch down my stomach and pinch the hem of my shirt, letting his knuckles graze the skin of my stomach. “Please let me see you, Ef.” He tugs the hem higher, and my eyes latch onto the big window to our right. Through it I can see the window of our stakeout place and panic grips me.
I spin around. “Let’s go to your room.” Luckily the blinds are down now, but who knows the next time one of them is going to look out the window.
He smiles giddily, and it’s such a beautiful, light expression on his usually darkened features. Sweeping up my hand he leads me down the hall and into a room. It’s a small room with a four-post bed and minimal other furniture and decor—what you’d expect of a guest bedroom, but I don’t let on that I know this isn’t his place.
Like he can’t wait a second longer, he rips my shirt over my head and his hands hungrily roam the bare expanse of my curves. He pauses almost as if he’s awestruck, and I find myself wanting to cover myself, not deserving of his adoration. If only he knew what we were planning.
I move to cross my arms over my chest, but he pulls them away and pins them at my side. “Don’t ever cover yourself in front of me. Not when you look like Aphrodite herself.”
With my arms still pinned, he bends down to kiss my throat, my chest, and across the tops of my breasts. I suck in a breath with each brush of his lips. He straightens and dusts a kiss on my mouth, before kneeling. He continues to travel the length of my body with swipes of his lips and tongue.
His grip on my hands doesn’t waiver, but the urge to hide lessens with each roll, curve, and freckle he kisses. His eyes lock on mine as he teases the delicate skin above my waistband with his tongue making me shiver. “Every part of you is going to belong to me by the end of the night,” he whispers into my flesh and begins to undo my jeans with his teeth.
Fuck if I’ve ever seen anything hotter than this man on his knees for me.
Releasing my arms, he pulls my jeans over my hips and down my thighs until I’m left in nothing but a black, lace bralette and matching panties.
He stands, fisting my hair and tipping my head back. Forcing my gaze up, I notice two eye hooks screwed into the canopy rail above the base of the bed. Finn’s lips graze my ear as he whispers, “Ever been tied up, princess?”
“No,” I breathe, my skin lighting on fire and a pulse beating between my legs. I’ve had boyfriends in the past, but no matter how much I initiated, none of them were even a modicum as rough as I wanted. They were probably all too scared of my father to leave bruises. Funny, since my father had no problem leaving them.
It’s not lost on me that this might be my one chance to experience something I’ve craved, to be at the mercy of a man not under my father’s thumb, and who can give me what I truly want. And if this one night is all I will get with Finn…then how could I say no?
Finn traces his bottom lip with his tongue, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Good. Now stay right here.” I stand unflinchingly still—save the rise and fall of my chest as my heart hammers under it— as he goes to a dresser and pulls out two coils of silken cord and something else small and white that I can’t get a good look at.
He walks back to me, stopping to rake his gaze down my exposed figure. “Hands out.” His voice is colder, more commanding, but still burning with lust and something else I can’t quite put my finger on. Whatever it is, it makes my insides feel like molten heat.
The rational part of me wants to question what the hell am I doing? Letting a man I haven’t spoken to in ten years tie me up, practically naked? But despite those ten years and all the boyfriends in between, I never, not once, felt a closeness with any of them like I feel with Finn. I could be holding onto an idyllic memory, to a teenage love that ended before it could even begin. Or Finneas Fox could really be the one man I’ve ever felt safe with.
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He methodically ties each wrist with some fancy knot that is tight yet comfortable. I get a pang of something bitter realizing, the ease with which he’s using the rope means he’s done this before…many times before.
He gently spins me by the hips to face the bed and then ties the end of each rope to one of the hooks above us. My heart beats erratically sensing him behind me but lacking his touch, wondering what he will do next and being so eager my inner thighs feel slick.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” I shudder at the finger he trails down my spine as he speaks, “You’re gonna look even more gorgeous with your ass turned bright red—”Smack!
I cry out in shock, but it’s instantly followed by a soft whimper for more.
