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The sound of her orgasm was even sweeter mixed with the rattle of her chains.
“Now you should be in better shape,” I told her, reaching to undo the first bond around her wrist. I half-expected her to fight, but instead she lay there, collapsed against the pillow, watching me with careful, dark eyes.
I slid one finger, soaked in her juices, along the curve of her beautiful mouth. She eyed me, as if this was new for her. She was an interesting mixture of intimidating and inexperienced. Most of all, the feeling that there was the brightest, most dangerous mind whirring along underneath all that uncertainty was intoxicating.
I pressed the finger between her lips, until she parted her lips, and they engulfed my finger. Then she began to suck her juices off my fingers. Her lips worked across my skin tentatively at first. Then she seemed to forget me as she sucked on my fingers hungrily.
Her gaze met mine, her teeth on my finger, pressing hard but not quite biting yet, and I grinned down at her. “Watch it, little bird. You could take my finger, but I’d take quite a bit more from you.”
I’d only just begun to know her, but I already had the feeling she would be so perfect for us.
I had no intention of letting her waste her life by trying to run away from us, or for Aiden to waste her life by tying up loose ends.
She was going to be mine.
CHAPTER5
Selena
Dominic dangleda blindfold in front of me. “What’s that for?”
“Because I need to move you, and you aren’t going to learn anything about the interior of the house.” He gave me a wolfish smile. “I don’t trust you.”
“And yet, you just gave me a pretty decent orgasm.”
That smile widened. “Just because I don’t trust you, doesn’t mean I don’t like you.”
God, he was handsome and wicked. I’d never felt particularly stirred by guys like this before.
I let my hands fall to my sides. I still felt wobbly, and I’d only get one chance to run. If I were going to pretend to be Aiden’s fianceé, I’d no doubt appear in public places which would give me the chance I needed to get away from them. Once I found–and destroyed–whatever orwhoeverendangered my Belladonnas.
“Good girl,” he murmured, slipping the blindfold over my eyes. His fingers were gentle as he knotted it against my hair. “I’m going to pick you up now.”
I stiffened, but it didn’t matter. He scooped me up in his arms, holding me against his warm, hard chest. My muscles were weak and that must be why I found myself melting into his warmth.
He carried me out and up some stairs. Cool air brushed against my skin and it felt as if we were going in circles. So we’d been beneath the house? And now we were ascending a spiral staircase? I did my best to commit everything I could to memory.
Blindfolds didn’t matter that much. Not with all my training.
Then we moved into warmth. His shoes echoed across the floor, and if it were possible for floors to sound expensive, these did.
“Can you put me down now?” I asked, sure that we were going up regular stairs, that he might be past the point where he intended to hide things from me. I understood why they wouldn’t want me to know the layout of doors and windows.
“No,” he said.
“Why not?”
His breath stirred my hair. “Because I like to hold you.”
He pushed a door open with his foot, then carried me in and set me down on the edge of the bed.
“If tonight goes well,” he told me, “Perhaps you’ll have the run of the place. But for now, this is your world.”
“Tonight?” I didn’t really expect him to answer, and he didn’t. They were so intent on keeping me off balance.
He gently pulled the blindfold from my eyes.
I was sitting on a bed in a luxurious room, but there were still cuffs dangling from each poster of the canopy bed.
