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“I hate you.” I breathe the words against his neck, and hot tears fill my eyes.
I will not goddamn fucking cry. Not now. Not overthis.
“I know. And it fuels my desire, Bianca. You have no. Fucking. Idea.”
He pushes into my channel with one finger, and I stiffen in his arms, my body shuddering almost involuntarily at the invasion. His lips trail down my neck, and my head tips back, allowing him easier access. A second finger pushes inside me, and I release a moan. He walks with me toward the bed, pumping his fingers in and out of me, a fierce look in his eyes, before he removes his fingers and lets me drop to the mattress.
I fall onto my back, bouncing a little at the force of him letting go so fast. He lifts moisture-coated fingers to his lips, and his tongue slips out as if to taste the essence I’ve left there.
“Mine.” His eyes are dark pools, impossible to read.
I scoot backwards up the bed until I reach the headboard. He advances on his hands and knees toward me, his shoulder muscles and biceps rippling. How is he so buff? So fit when he must spend most of his time behind a desk? Firm hands push my thighs apart, and I expect him to slide between them and sink his cock deep inside me.
But he doesn’t. Instead, he stills, staring down at my exposed pussy.
What is he thinking? Am I too wet? Not wet enough? Can he tell just from looking that I’ve hardly ever had sex? Does it excite him, that view, or is he repulsed?
I try to resist the urge to cover myself. I clench my fists as I grab at the bedcovers, but his continued scrutiny is my undoing. I creep one of my hands across and splay my fingers wide to hide my pussy from his view.
His brows draw together, and slowly, he shakes his head. “You are my wife now, Bianca. Don’t do that.”
“Fuck you.” It isn’t even a real challenge. I can’t manage more than a whisper.
He smiles. “Yes. You will.”
Then he takes the offending hand, removing it from my pussy and entwining his fingers with mine. He lifts my arm up above my head. I don’t know why, or what he’s doing, until…
Snap.
Something tightens around my wrist. It doesn’t hurt, but when I pull, I can’t lower my arm. I turn my head and gape at the built-in leather cuff in the headboard. How did I not know that those loops were more than decorative? While I pull at my hand, testing the strength of the loop that now encircles my wrist, he imprisons my other hand above my head too.
I shake my arms, glaring at him, arching my back up off the bed. My heart pounds as I consider all the things he could do to me right now.
I am helpless. At his mercy.
My insides clench, but not with terror. I hate my own body in this moment, even more than I hate Rio.
“Let me go.” Staring into his dark eyes, I see no mercy. The last thing I want to do is beg, but I have to try. “Please?”
He kneels between my legs, preventing their closure, his hands relaxed on his thighs as he studies me.
“For the love of God, Rio.Please!”
“I will. But not yet. Do you know why, Bianca?”
I can’t bring any more words. I shake my head.
“Because your pussy is dripping and swollen, and it tells me what you refuse to admit out loud.”
He smirks down at me, but I barely notice. His cock is so hard and ready, and from this angle looks even bigger than it did before.
“You like being dominated more than you hate it.”
Tears fill my eyes and overflow, falling down my temples into my hair. I shake my arms, testing the restraints again, but they hold firm. I open my mouth to plead with him to let me go, but something stays my voice.
Something dark inside, hidden deep, that rears up the moment I try to speak. I stop trying to squeeze my legs shut and instead let them widen, letting him see. He already knows, of course.
I do like it.
