“And while that might be true for you, I do nothing but thank God I got to hold you and love you even for a fleeting moment in my life Harlow Montgomery. I wake every morning and ask God to bless you and protect you. I thank Him for the days I had you as mine. I wish I never let you go.” He leans over me and kisses the bruise on my cheek. “The next time I see the man who put it on you, I’ll repay him in kind. Fuck the fight club rules.”
He steps back, letting his words hang between us with the weight of what feels like the truth coming from the man I wish I could hate with my whole soul.
He walks to the dresser up against the far wall by the chair and pours himself a whiskey from a crystal decanter on a silver tray. I can’t take my eyes off the sexy flex of those beautiful ass cheeks and the way his back ripples with layers of taut muscle as he walks away. But what really has me in a chokehold are his words.
I swallow hard as he kicks back a mouthful of the dark amber liquid in his glass.
And then he turns and reaches for his hard length. I can’t look away as he strokes himself from base to tip. He moves to the side of the bed and I quietly turn my head and take the swollen head between my lips. Precum wets the tip and I curl my tongue around the fat head, taking his taste into my mouth. Something that always has me panting for him to take me, and he knows it.
He steps back. “Now beg me to fuck you, Harlow. Beg me and I’ll give you anything you want.”
5
HARLOW
My mouth opens, with the words he wants from me sitting on the edge of my lips, but I can’t get my mouth to move.
I won’t beg.
“Hmm, trouble speaking, baby?”
My eyes track him as he moves to the foot of my bed, that heavy, beautiful cock in his fist, and every muscle in my body is fighting itself. Shame, want, fury and need. Every emotion plays across his handsome features in an endless loop.
He’s stroking himself slowly, gaze locked on me. The sight is enough to scorch what’s left of my dignity to dust. Everything about him is too much for my senses. That hard jaw, those wolfishly green eyes, the scars that map out all the wars he’s survived. He’s not just the kind of man women fantasize about—he’s the kind that ruins you for anyone else.
And God help me, he knows it.
My wrists ache where the cuffs bite into the sensitive skin. My thighs are still shaking from the last round he wrung out of me, and all I want is for him to touch me again.
But he wants me to bed, and that is a huge fuck no.
I squeeze my eyes shut, desperate to get a grip, but it’s useless. He’s there when I blink back into the world, cock in hand, watching me like he’s got all night to wait for me to give in.
His voice is low and wicked. “All you have to do is beg, Harlow. Just once.”
Never. Not even if every cell in my body is screaming for it.
My tongue is thick in my mouth. I want to tell him to go to hell, to tell him I hate him, but the words die somewhere between my brain and my lips. Instead, I just glare. He must see the war I’m fighting because his lips curl upward.
Damn that cocky, villain’s grin of his. He climbs onto the bed and kneels between my legs, spreading me wider with the pressure of his hands on my knees.
It’s not like I can fight him with my ankles tied, but I’m not completely sure I want to resist what he has planned next.
Heat pulses low in my belly. I can’t stop it, can’t hide it, can’t pretend I don’t ache for him when he lowers himself and traces his tongue along my inner thigh, slow, hungry, like he’s got all the time in the world to take me apart and no intention of letting me put myself back together.
“Stop, dammit,” I gasp.
He doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t.
“Can’t you just get to the point of why you’re here so I can get back to my life?”
He grins, hungrily. “We have time.”
His mouth finds my clit, and all the air rushes out of me in one broken sound. My hips jerk against his mouth, my body desperate for more even as my brain is screaming danger, danger, you stupid woman, don’t let him win. But my body doesn’t listen.
His tongue circles, flicks, presses. The man is an arrogant, beautiful menace and the devil himself between my thighs.
I want to curse him. I want to push him away, but the second he sucks me deep and hard, my back arches and it’s only my restraints that keep me pinned to the bed.
