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An eyebrow quirks. “You haven’t begged.”
“I’m notgoingto—” The meaning catches up to the words. “You brought me here and you’re not going to murder meorhave sex with me?”
“I’m not going to murder you,” he shouts. Jameson puts his hand over his eyes and breathes. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
He’s soupsetabout it that an instinctive sorry is on the tip of my tongue. But, like, for what? He is the kidnapper.
“Okay,” I say instead.
Jameson takes a deep breath, then drops his hand. “I’m not going to touch you until you beg for it.”
“Why?”
A slow smile. “Because then we’ll both know you need it.”
I keep my back straight, which isn’t easy with my ass so close to the edge of the cushion. “Prepare to be disappointed. I won’t need anything from you.”
His eyebrows draw together in soft amusement, which is totally at odds with the sharp glint in his eyes. “Oh, sweetheart, you already did. You couldn’t spread your legs without me.”
“I—”
“It’s just the two of us. We both know why you’re dripping wet, and it’s not because you were talking to yourself.”
“I won’t beg you to touch me.”
Jameson purses his lips. “You will.”
“You’re an overconfident, criminally—”
“If it helps, I won’t fuck you until you beg me, either.”
Holy crap, hemeansit. He’s going to sit over there on his leather couch until I ask him to participate in my sex torture.
Until Ibeghim.
I didn’t think the result of a kidnapping would be nice, but I didn’t expect to have to do it myself.
And yet…
“That’s very honorable of you.” Weirdly honorable. Weirdly mean at the same time.
“Nothing about me is honorable.” The smile fades from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes slip to the middle distance. A muscle in his jaw tics. I’m about to say his name when his gaze snaps back to mine. “Touch yourself.”
“But—” I raise my wrists again, my heart thundering. It’s one thing to sit here. It’s another thing totouch myselfin front of him. “My hands.”
“You want out of the rope? Make yourself come.”
He looks me directly in the eye. Another dare. It crashes into the urge to refuse andwins. I’m breathing too fast. Be careful what you wish for. I wanted this to escalate so that I could be done, and now it has.
“Lily,” he murmurs, and this time I see the playful light in his eyes, dancing there with dark heat. “Be my good girl and get yourself off while I watch. Pretend to be shy. We both know you’re not.”
“How would you know that?”
“Your little black outfit, demon girl. You dance, don’t you? I bet you’re already pretending to be onstage. Youlikehaving an audience. Now rub your clit until you come. I’ll be patient.”
My body freezes. These are conflicting orders. The person I’ve taught myself to be would never,everagree to do this. The winged creature of the night who only comes alive on the stage at The Membership can do anything.
“Uh, oh.” A teasing song threads through Jameson’s voice, and he makes his eyes huge and mocking and fake surprised. Not. Fair. It should be illegal for him to be that hot when he’s making fun of me. “I didn’t think you werethisgood. Do you need me to help you find your clit?”
