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I’m pulled from my thoughts when sharp teeth chomp down on my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, a hiss escaping me a second before Mateo’s tongue glides across it soothingly. When he pulls back, the grin curled on his lip—slick with our shared saliva and my blood—is half smile, half threat.
He uses the pad of his thumb to wipe his lip off, sucking it clean seconds later as his dark, tumultuous eyes lock on mine, one perfectly manicured brow arched in question. “I take that as a yes, then?”
Despite being harder than I’ve probably ever been in my life, I roll my eyes, groaning. “Fine,” I grit out. “But only this one time. After the snow melts and I go home, we pretend this never fucking happened.”
His bright eyes fucking gleam with arrogance as he watches me. “Oh, baby, it’s cute that you think you’ll be able to walk away from me once we’re through.” Bringing our bodies flush again, he nips along my jaw before he continues. “I’ll be your worst goddamn nightmare, your new drug of choice, cariño.”
His words send a shiver down my spine as my cock throbs behind my sweats.
Reaching up and threading his fingers through my hair, he yanks my head back, exposing my neck to him. His teeth sink into my flesh as I cry out, my hips instinctually thrusting forward to meet his. My skin feels like its connected to a live wire, everywhere he touches lighting up in response. A low groan bubbles out of me as he sucks on the spot he just bit, both elevating the pain and undoubtedly leaving a mark.
Should I care? Yes, probably.
Do I care? Not one bit.
When he speaks again, it’s throaty and hoarse. “I’m going to cut you open, wring you dry, and when you finally manage to escape my claws, you’ll be crawling back, begging for more. You’ll leave here a fucking fiend for the way I’ll make you feel. I promise you that.”
My mouth’s so dry, I don’t think I could talk even if I knew what to say. He uses my silence as an invitation, though, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth before thrusting his tongue inside, licking along my own. I groan as I feel the barbell running through his tongue, and the way it feels tangling with mine.
I wonder where else he’s pierced…
One minute his lips are wrecking me, and the next I’m left standing there, head in a cloud as he saunters into a room, presumably his bedroom, leaving me to follow.
Stumbling inside, my jaw drops, taking in the space before me. It looks like I’ve walked into a dungeon. The entire back wall facing me is painted black. In front of the wall is his massive four-post, king-size bed. It’s medieval style, tall—nearly as tall as the ceilings—and made of dark wood. There’s a built-in shelf above the headboard, tall enough that it wouldn’t bother you if you were sitting up, that’s holding black and red candles, all various levels of melted down. Unlit. The bedding is crimson and black, and in front of the bed is a black leather chest full of God knows what.
My gaze slides anxiously from the bed to where he’s standing in front of a dresser made from the same wood as the bed. His grin is depraved and full of mischief, dimples poking out, only adding to his sex appeal. Reaching a hand behind his head, he pulls his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor beside him. His entire chest is covered in ink, all black and shade, and he has two tiny bars running through his nipples.
His body is cut. Sharp, defined lines, deep divots making up his eight-pack, and the V that disappears behind his pants leaves little to the imagination. My mouth waters as I take him in.
“Get undressed, cariño.” His instruction snaps my gaze back up to his face as I swallow around the lump in my throat. When I make no attempt to move, he growls, “Don’t make me tell you again.”
With shaky fingers and trembling limbs, I pull my shirt off before pushing my sweats down until they pool around my ankles. Kicking them off to the side, I clasp my fingers in front of me, feeling insanely awkward as I stand here waiting for the next order from the dungeon master.
He quirks a brow at me. “Those, too. Off.” He indicates to my black boxer briefs. I shuck them down, despite him still wearing pants. He drags his greedy gaze down my body until he lands on my cock, which is jutting out, hard as a rock, and the urge to cover myself is strong, but I ignore it.
I’m confident in what I have, despite the feelings of nervousness rushing through me now.
Seeming satisfied with what he sees, he tips his head in the direction of the bed. “Climb on up, boy.” He strolls over to the bed at the same time, holding a lighter to the candles. I don’t know if he’s setting the mood or what, but I’ve never had a hook-up light candles for me before.
It’s kind of unnerving.
Next, he opens the chest, tossing various leather straps onto the bed as my pulse goes into overdrive. “What the fuck are those for?”
Instead of answering me, he stands, rounding the bed on my left side. He grabs one of the straps before running a large, hot hand up my calf. He squeezes, raking his nails down the flesh, then wraps the strap around my ankle and connects it to the bed. Effectively restraining me.
“Uh, no,” I sputter. “You aren’t tying me to your bed, Mateo.”
He smirks, tightening the strap. “Say my name like that again, cariño. It turns me on when you’re all growly.”
“Fuck off. I’m serious. You’re not tying me up.”
“Yes, I am.” He arches a brow as if he’s challenging me to defy him. “My. Rules.”
Not waiting around to see if I’m going to argue with him, he does the same to my hand before moving around to the right side of the bed and doing the same over there. When he’s done, I’m starfished across his bed, completely exposed.
Yet, despite how insanely vulnerable I feel, my cock is still throbbing and leaking a puddle all over my stomach. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone to touch me so badly in my life.
Mateo crosses the room and grabs something off his dresser before walking over to the light switch by the door, flipping it off. At the same time they turn off, red LED lights illuminate the room. He must have strip lights along the floorboards and underneath the bed. Between those and the candles, the entire room is glowing in an erotic red.
