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I can hear her whimpering faintly from the bedroom.
Goddamn it.
I’m calmed down enough to not lose my temper at her, but my arousal is stubbornly refusing to subside. I feel like I’ve been in a state of being half-hard or more since she woke up in this room, and it’s frankly exhausting.
I give myself a few more minutes to breathe, splashing more cold water onto my face and drying it off with a towel before walking back out into the bedroom.
The sight of Lidiya handcuffed to my bed is every bit as arousing as it was before.
Fuck.
She’s not exactly fighting the handcuffs—probably because she’s smart enough to know there’s no way she’s getting out of them. But she is squirming slightly atop the duvet, wriggling a little with her head turned away so that I can’t see her face.
My first thought is that she’s faking needing to go to the bathroom so that she can get out of them already. “Lidiya?” I say her name, hoping she’ll look at me, but she keeps looking away, her fists clenched above the cuffs.
“Lidiya, look at me.” I frown, a tiny bit of worry creeping in, wanting to make sure she’s okay—at least as okay as anyone could be, under the circumstances.
She still refuses to obey.She’s pissed at me.Well, I can understand that, but I have a reason for what I’ve done, and it’s to keep us both safe. I circle around the bed, fighting back my own frustration as I make an attempt to talk to her—and then I see her face, and I realize all at once what’s going on and why she won’t look at me.
Her jaw is clenched, her gaze still stubbornly refusing to meet mine even with me standing right in front of her, and her lips are pressed tightly together—as tightly together as her thighs are.
“Lidiya.” I lower my voice, saying her name differently this time, the way Iwantto say it. Rich and smooth like chocolate, silky over her skin, the kind of seduction I wish to god I could actually use on her.
Her eyes snap up to mine, and a jolt of pure, unfiltered lust goes through me as I recognize the look in them.
She’s pissed, alright, but that’s not why she won’t look at me or why she’s squirming. Her face is flushed, her cheeks pink, and her eyes have that glassy look to them that I know so well.
I remember, all at once, the way she reacted when I had her pinned up against the door that first day, the way it had turned me on. She’s reacting very much like that now, and I’d be willing to bet it’s pissing her off every bit as much as I have today.
Lidiya Petrovna, whether she knows it or would admit it or not, has a kinky side.
And one of those isdefinitelybeing tied up.
Levin
For a moment it’s like every thought I have flees all at once, except the one focused on the pink-cheeked, subtly squirming girl on the bed in front of me.
This is ridiculous. It’s insane.I grit my teeth, trying to stop looking at her, stop thinking the cascade of inappropriate thoughts pouring through my head, but I can’t.
I’ve had women tied up in my bed before, but never under circumstances like these, and neverher.I don’t know what it is about her, but she looks so incredibly beautiful, more so than ever, despite the fact that nothing she’s wearing is remotely sexy. She’s flushed, makeup-less, angry and her hair is wild around her face. She looks for all the world like a feral cat, and by god, I want to let her bury her claws in me.
“Levin.” She almost growls at me, the first word that’s come out of her mouth since she tried to convince me not to cuff her to the bed, and the sound of my name on her lips jolts through me, adding to the torrent of desire currently driving me insane.
I’m so fucking hard, and jerking off is the last thing I want to do right now. What Iwantis to bury my aching cock between her lips, between her legs, sink into her heat and feel the blissful relief of her warm soft tongue or tight pussy stroking me to orgasm.
“Please, let me go,” she whimpers, and my attention snaps back to her. She’s looking up at me, wide-eyed and flushed, and that, along with my lingering frustration over her behavior, is the only excuse I have for what comes out of my mouth next.
A half-smirk curls my lips as I look down at her. “Why? You certainly look as if you’re enjoying it.”
Lidiya’s eyes fly wider than ever, taking up a huge portion of her delicate face as she stares up at me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she hisses, and I laugh shortly.
“Are you telling me that you’re squirming on the bed like that because you’re trying to get loose? You know that won’t get you out of those cuffs. Are you going to tell me you’re so pink and blushing because you’re mad?” I move closer to the bed, and her quick intake of breath, the way her thighs squeeze together, tells me everything I need to know.
“You’re turned on, Lidiya.” I look down at her, aching to touch her breasts, the curve of her waist, to slide my hands up underneath her sweater and caress her soft skin. “You might be pissed at how you ended up here, but youlikebeing cuffed like this. I bet you didn’t even know until right now. Is that right?”
The mingled arousal and shame in her eyes that she can’t seem to hide no matter how she tries tells me the answer, but I wait for hers anyway.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She tips her chin up defiantly, tugging on the cuffs, as if they might give. “No one would be turned on by—bythis—”
