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“Fuck.”
“Yes,” Ren said, drawing the word out into a delighted hiss as he watched me hastily remove my shirt. I saw his smile slip from sweetness into pure predatory hunger.
I kicked off my boots and unbuckled my belt, glancing back up to find him with a length of rope already in his hand. The sight simultaneously made my stomach clench and my shoulders relax. From Ren’s cruel smile, I’d somehow expected worse.
“Oh, it’s coming,” he promised me, clearly noticing the relief I’d been careless enough to let flash across my face, and I cursed under my breath.
And then he was pressed against me once more, tearing down my unbelted and unlaced trousers with one hand as he wrapped his other, fisted around the rope, around the back of my head to keep me in place.
The kiss was brutal; a clear show of his dominance, but the forcefulness just made it hotter as I surrendered my mouth to my king’s and let him take what he needed. Saffron and citrus flooded my tongue, and I moaned at the glorious taste, chasing Ren’s tongue as it threatened to withdraw.
“So fucking greedy,” he chastised, finally pulling back with both hands pressed to my chest to separate us. But his voice was rough, his pupils dilated, and he seemed to be having trouble standing up straight.
Helping him would be the decent thing to do, and so I ran my palms down the edge of Ren’s hips and around the curve of his ass, tugging him close. The feel of his clothing against my bare cock was both incredibly arousing and impossibly frustrating.
“Stop that,” Ren breathed, not at all convincingly, and my mouth found his neck, kissing and nibbling my way up his throat.
Ren writhed against me and I let one of my hands wander across into the crack of his ass, tracing its shape through his trousers even as my other fought to undo his own belt so I could get at him properly. If I could just get my fingers on him, my king would fall apart under my hands as he always did, and I could ease Ren’s sadistic mood with tenderness instead of pain-
“You’re not escaping this, Mat,” he warned, and then undermined his words with a long, helpless moan that was damn near a whimper. “You’re just making it worse for yourself.”
The belt loosened, and I nuzzled at his collarbone even before slipping both hands down to Ren’s warmth. The hard heat of his cock found and nestled itself within the curve of my fingers, my left hand sliding down between his ass cheeks. Ren groaned.
“Hands off me, you bastard, or I’ll tie them so tight you’ll lose feeling.”
I ignored him, needing just a few more seconds to win control, but the chance was denied to me when Ren’s free hand shot up and yanked at my hair, pulling so hard that he almost tugged me over backwards. My grip loosened of its own accord, flying up to his wrist to try to relieve the pressure on my scalp.
His teeth nipped at my exposed throat, and I made a frustrated noise that caused Ren to do it again, harder.
“I almost had you!”
“I know,” my king growled, giving me a shake. “And you’ll see how fucking close you were in a moment, when you realise how hard I intend to punish you for it.”
“Or we could get an early night’s sleep,” I suggested cheerfully and Ren snorted, twisting me around and using his grip on my hair to guide us towards the bed.
“If you think you’re getting any sleep on the eve of our wedding,mi gato montés, you’re not thinking straight.” Heat rushed through me at how deep his voice had gone, the words like silken promise. “It seems I’ll have to correct that. Hands.”
Ren wanted, Ren got.
Sometimes.
I brought my hands behind me and snagged the line of his cock through his clothing, rewarded by a surprised intake of breath in my ear.
“You impossible asshole,” Ren groaned, but he let them stay there for another second before catching my wrists. “Do you remember how this goes?”
I frowned. “Like Lago?” I asked uncomfortably, as Ren drew my arms above my head and bound my wrists with the rope around the horizontal bed post above us, just as he had done with the lord that night he forced me to watch as he took Lago and Isobella to bed in front of me. I certainly did not need – nor want – a reminder of that.
“No,” he said, and bit into my bare shoulder, causing me to buck against the ropes that held me. He withdrew his teeth and kissed the wound before speaking again. “Likeyou.”
Understanding hit me like a flood of cold water.
It’ll be rough,he’d said.
Oh, fuck.
I twisted in the restraints, not hitched as high as Jiron had done to me that day which meant this time I had room to pivot, only to find Ren gazing hungrily at me. The man was damn near salivating.
“Dorogoi,” I said, using the same tone I would when ordering a dog to sit. This was not negotiable. “You are not taking a belt to my back again.”
