My eyes stay on him as I insert two fingers inside me. I pump my fingers in and out at a face pace. But my fingers can’t reach the sweet spots that he can. And my fingers don’t stretch me like he does. I add a third finger in hopes it will make up for it but I ache for him.
“Having trouble little warrior?”
“No,” I huff out. He snickers. Damn, even when he’s cruel he’s downright sexy.
“Admit defeat now and I’ll fill that aching cunt of yours.”
I work my hand faster. “No.”
He leans down on the bed. My eyes rake over him. From his broad chest, to his defined abs and his cock that lays thick and heavy on his stomach with a pearl of pre-cum glistening at the tip.
“There’s no need to be stubborn, Imogen. Stop denying yourself the pleasure only I can bring.”
I want to deny him. The stubbornness that runs in my veins wants to prove I don’t need him. But I do. And he knows it.
So I admit my defeat by laying my useless hand by my side. I’m completely open to him. In more ways than one.
He prowls on top of the bed like a predator. It reminds me of the night he chased me down in the woods. Our first encounter. I should’ve known then I would always be ensnared in his teeth.
I lay myself down on the bed as he crawls over top of me.
I’m his willing prey. Ready to be devoured.
“As much as I want to ease that ache between your thighs I need to see your porcelain skin reddened by my ropes.”
“You’re not playing fair.” I pout.
He pinches my jaw and nips at my lips. I try to deepen the kiss but he doesn’t allow it. “I promise you’ll enjoy it.”
I have no doubts I will. Rico, if anything is a man once he’s determined you can’t steer him. It’s worthless to even try.
“Okay.” His smile is so wide you would think I gifted him the world. And just for that, for that dazzling blinding pure joy of a smile it feels like I didn’t lose at all. No, it feels like I’ve won.
CHAPTER 33
Rico
She lies so vulnerable and willing beneath me. Completely trusting and brimming with anticipation.
My heart pangs against my ribs. An emotion foreign to me lodges itself in my throat. The oddest sensation flutters in my stomach. To be offered the gift of her submission means more than she’ll ever say. Especially when the fight response is so heavily engrained in her.
I release her chin but not before giving her an opened mouth kiss. They’re too tempting to resist.
Gently I scoop her in my arms and set her bare feet on the floor. She raises a brow in question. “It’ll be easier to tie you standing up.” She nods with a soft smile. “Wait here.” Another nod.
With eager feet I practically run down the hall to my weaponry room. It holds all my daggers, knives, guns and rope. To an outside eye I’m positive I look ridiculous waltzing down the halls naked.
After a finger and eye scan because one must always air on the side of precaution in the world I live in, the door opens.
I grab the pre-treated hemp rope and a knife to cut the binds when I’m done with her.
The door automatically locks behind me as I sprint down the hall.
When I approach the room there she still stands waiting patiently for me.
Feeling my presence her eyes catch mine. “That was quick,” she comments with amusement.
“Maybe I thought you would run,” I toss at her. The thought had crossed my mind. Despite it all, what Pietro had said makes perfect sense. And I don’t want to believe the bastard but he came at me providing nothing but facts. Because if Imogen had the choice would it be me?
