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“Him.” I whispered. My pulse raced as the image of him bound filled me.
I snatched them from the floor and walked into Thomas’ room, watching him step out of the bathroom as he toweled his hair dry, with one wrapped around his waist. A quick glance around his room and I grabbed the hard-backed chair pushed out from behind his desk.
“Helene.” He murmured. “What are you?—”
I dragged the chair with me, stopping in the middle of his room. “Sit.” I commanded.
His confusion shifted as his gaze met my stare, and in that instant, a desperate longing gave way between us. His lips parted, a rush of breath escaping. I left the chair, carrying the cuffs with me. My fingers trembled as I ran them along the chain to the cuffs. One snap and I closed one around his wrist.
A deep, shuddering moan rumbled in the back of his throat. I moved to his other hand, pulled them behind him, and snapped the cuff shut.
“Sit.” My demand was breathless.
I hadn’t realized how exhilarating this would be. To have a powerful man like Thomas so…controlled. He took a step, barely needing me to guide him, and sat on the chair, the towel parting to expose those strong thighs as he did. I looked down at the soft hair there as I bent to one side of the chair and grasped the other end of the chain with its own pair of cuffs.
He jerked as I pulled, bowing his shoulders back to clasp the other pair around his ankles. “Your brother used these on me once. Did you know that?”
He met my stare as I rose, those amber eyes brighter than I’d ever seen them. One shake of his head and I knew…he wanted this. I’m not like the others. His own words echoing in my head. We’d shared a moment in hell trapped in the tunnel under Coulter’s mansion. A moment when he’d revealed how he couldn’t handle a feather-light touch.
But this—I looked down to where the outline of his cock grew bolder under the parted towel—this he liked a lot.
“You want to pray for me now, Thomas?” I murmured as I moved around the front of the chair to the other side and knelt. “Or do you want to pray for yourself?”
His eyes fluttered closed.
“After all, it’s what you do best.”
I’d heard him at night, spending hours on his knees, desperate for whoever he believed in to protect those he loved. My name was repeated…often.
He flinched as my breath brushed his thigh.
That sound came again, wounded and desperate, rumbling in the back of his throat. Half a whimper…and half a purr.
I reached down and slid my fingers along the taut muscles of his stomach until I grasped his hard cock. “Go on, Priest, pray.”
“Please.” He whispered and opened his eyes. “Please…”
TWO
Thomas
“Please,” I whispered.
Need.
Need.
Need her.
Crave her.
Don’t give in.
Don’t give…
She dropped, moving into my view. I turned my head, unable to let her see…how much she truly affected me.
“It’s okay,” she murmured softly, her hand wrapped around my cock.
