And when Aiden hears about this, he’s going to send Skyla on a hunt.
And I might just join her.
Ezra pulls a pocketknife out of his pocket, cutting my shirt away from my body.
I wiggle my fingers a little bit while he’s not looking at me.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve gotten off to the pictures you would send me.” His voice is rough as he pulls the halves of the fabric away from my chest.
His gaze connects with mine.
I start wiggling my toes, feeling slowly coming back to the rest of my body.
I’m tied up again, but if he’s as stupid as he was before, he’s going to let me go sooner or later. He’s going to think that he can trust me, and that’s when I’m going to risk it again.
I have to know how he gets in and out of the room before I can do that.
Ezra’s fingers brush between my breasts, gliding over one swell and then the other. “I used to think about fucking these. You’d look stunning with my cock between your breasts. But then Istarted thinking about how that tight little pussy would feel wrapped around it.”
Heat pulses between my legs, memories of the messages we used to send back and forth to each other flashing through my mind.
His fingers graze their way back down my stomach, to the button on my jeans.
He hesitates over it for a moment, a sick sense of anticipation building inside me.
And then he continues lower, fingers brushing against my pussy through my jeans.
I want to squirm beneath his touch, though I don’t know if it would be to get away from it, or to feel him pressing harder against me, toying with my clit until I came.
Both ideas are more appealing than I’m willing to admit.
I have no business being attracted to the man who spent who knows how long stalking me. The one who drugged and kidnapped me, and who is now undoing the button of my jeans to pull them down over my hips.
His finger skims beneath the edge of my silky black underwear. “Were you wearing these to meet me today?”
“I like to wear my best outfits when I kill someone.” I force the words out even though my tongue still feels thick in my mouth.
He laughs and shakes his head. “You’re not going to kill me.”
“I am.”
“Cute, love.” His fingers press hard against my clit, making it throb. “You’re already wet for me. You like hearing about theway I want to bury my cock inside you, don’t you? There’s nothing you’d rather think about than the way I’m going to pound inside you. Stretch you out. Make you scream and beg for it.”
“You’re the last man I’d ever beg for.”
He moves his fingers in a slow circle and, against my will, my hips rock into his touch.
I know they shouldn’t, but there’s this horrible, little part of me that’s excited about being tied up. That wants more from him than just the teasing touches.
“You know, I used to think about what you’d taste like, too.” His fingers leave my pussy, trailing along my inner thigh instead. “One of these days, if you’re a good enough girl, I might just find out.”
“Screw you.” I spit the words out with as much venom as I can muster, but it’s hard to do when I’m picturing him down between my legs.
There’s no denying he’s an attractive man. Much more attractive than I ever thought he would be.
His dark hair falls into those devil eyes as he cuts away the rest of my clothing, leaving me naked on the table in front of him.
I test the restraints on my wrists and ankles the moment his back turns, wondering if there’s going to be a chance for me to get free.
