My big mouth just can't help itself—
"Geez, is that all you've got? I thought Vikings were supposed to be tough," I tease, gasping for air, my knees about to give out.
Rhyland responds with a half-laugh, half-moan as he grips my hair at the base of my neck, tugging my head back—and picks up the pace, his hips slamming against mine with enough force to rattle the picture frames on the wall. "You and that damn,mouth."
I can't help but cry out as he hits just the right spot. It's like he's got a GPS for my happy places. This back-and-forth between us, this constant game of one-upmanship? It's better than any workout routine. Who needs a gym when you've got a competitive streak a mile wide and a partner who's always up for a challenge?
Rhyland fucks into me with punishing thrusts, his fingers digging into my hips as he pulls me back to meet every brutal drive of his cock. The obscene slap of skin on skin fills the room, mingling with our moans and grunts of pleasure.
"Who's in control now, baby?" he snarls, his breath hot against my ear. "You like it when I fuck you like the naughty little angel you are?"
"Yes," I gasp, my voice hitching on a hard thrust. "Don't stop, Rhyland. Fuck, don't ever stop."
He chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers racing down my spine. "Oh, I'm just getting started, sweetheart. By the time I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk for a week."
Rhyland's hands slide around to my front, groping my breasts with a rough possessiveness that sends heat rushing straight to my core. He pinches my nipples, rolling them between his fingers as he continues to piston into me from behind.
"Couldn't resist playing with fire, could you, Angel?" his voice a dark rumble that vibrates through my body. "You just had to go and stick that curious little finger in my ass. Well, sweetheart, you know what they say—turnabout is fair play."
Before I can even process his words, the world spins, and I find myself on the edge of the bed, thick leather cuffs encircling my wrists. He hooks them to the bars above the bed, leaving me stretched taught on my knees, entirely at his mercy.
I tug at the restraints, the leather biting into my skin in a way that only serves to heighten my arousal.Where the hell did he even get these cuffs?Probably pulled them out of his Viking ass along with that massive cock of his.
I guess I did ask for this, didn't I? Play stupid games—win stupid prizes. Or, in this case, win a one-way ticket to Spanksville, population: me.
I'm so turned on I can barely think straight, my body thrumming with a need so intense it borders on pain. I'm a livewire of sensation, every nerve ending screaming for his touch, his cock, his everything.
Rhyland steps back, admiring his handiwork with a smug grin that makes me want to slap him and ride him at the same time. "Now then," his voice a silken threat. "Let's see how you like having that tight little ass played with, shall we?"
Oh boy. I have a feeling I'm in for a wild ride. This Viking is about to pillage and plunder like it's 999 AD.
"First thing's first," Rhyland murmurs, circling me like a wolf about to devour his prey. I'm strung up like a piñata at a Viking birthday party, unable to move a muscleas he keeps me immobile with his telekinesis. "This ass needs a nice, red handprint, don't you think, Angel?"
I swallow hard, my throat dry. "Ye-yeah," I squeak, knowing this will be an "interesting" night.
He stands behind me, his chest on my back, his hand landing on my ass with a smack that echoes around the room. Thank God for soundproof walls—or, in this case, thank Lucian for having the foresight to invest in some quality noise dampening.
The sting of his palm against my skin is like fire and ice all at once, an explosion of sensation that has my nerves buzzing. "Ooh," I gasp, my head falling back on his shoulder.
"It's time to turn this ass cherry red, baby. You've been a very naughty girl."
His lips trail down my neck, nipping and sucking at my skin, my pussy clenching. He rubs my burning ass cheek, soothing the sting with one hand while the other comes down again, leaving another scorching handprint on my flesh. "Do you agree, baby?"
"Mmm-hmm," I moan, rolling my head back against his shoulder as he spanks me again. "Yeah, okay, I agree, I agree. You win, Rhy. Just... fuck!"
He chuckles, his breath hot against my skin. "Damn right, I win, baby. Now, let's see how much you can take beforeyoustart begging."
Rhyland's sexy hard body is like a damn furnace pressed against my back as he leans in close, his lips brushing my ear. "Where's that toy, Dani?" he rumbles, his voice a low, gravelly growl that sends goosebumps across my skin.
My nipples tighten at the thought of what's about to go down.
Fuck, I'm such a needy slut. "In my purse," I croak.
Rhyland moves so fast I swear I see skid marks in the air. One second, he's here; the next, he's downstairs, and before I can even blink, he's back, nuzzling my neck like an overgrown puppy.
My hair's doing its best impression of a tornado victim, whipped into a frenzy by his supersonic return. I half expect to find small birds and Dorothy's house tangled in there.
"Geez, Speed Racer," I quip, blowing the wind-blown strands out of my face. "Did you stop to grab a souvenir from every floor on the way back up? Or are you just showing off your vampire frequent flyer miles?"
