Her dress is shoved up to her waist, and she pushes it down to her thighs before fixing the shoulder strap.
“Are you fucking serious right now?” I demand, staring at the dead guy. At least I hope he’s dead. I kick him to see if he makes any noise, and he doesn’t.
“He came on to me.” She shrugs. “Then he attacked me.”
I set my Crunch bar on the dresser, along with the bucket of ice I got for her hand.
Eve begins to laugh. “I almost died because you were getting chocolate?” She arches a brow. “Are you about to start your period, Kash?”
I want to strangle her, but it looks like the mystery man beat me to it because her neck is red and irritated. I move to stand in front of her, pinning her ass against the dresser, and she stiffens. “You’re fucking crazy,” I tell her, cupping her face.
She licks her lips. “Yeah, but you knew that when you met me.”
“I did.” I run my knuckles over her throat, and she leans her head back soI can get a better look at the redness on her sensitive skin while she tries to calm her breathing.
“And you still love me,” she adds.
“I do,” I agree, and she lowers her head, meeting my stare. “How’s your hand?”
Her green eyes hold mine, and there’s a challenge in them. “How’s your nose?”
“Not broken,” I answer.
“Mine either.” She places her hands on my hips, pulling me into her.
“I know what you’re doing,” I tell her.
A smile curves the edges of her plump lips. “What am I doing?”
Fuck, I’m obsessed with this woman. She is everything I’ve ever wanted in my life. I want to consume her. Devour her.
“You’re not getting out of your punishment.”
She lifts her right leg, wrapping it around my hip, and I lower my hand to slide up her dress and grip her thigh. “I’ve been looking forward to that all night.”
Her lips near mine and I move my head to her neck. My fingers dig into her soft flesh while my lips tenderly kiss her racing pulse. The room fills with her panting, and her hands grip my shirt. “Kash, please.”
“What do you need, angel?” I ask her, already knowing what it is and that I’m not going to give it to her.
“Fuck me.” She tries yanking me toward the bed.
Reaching down, I grab the hem of her dress and pull it up and over her head, tossing it away. She doesn’t even wait for me to remove her underwear. She throws them across the room and steps back into me.
“Lie on the bed,” I order.
She takes a step back, licking her lips nervously.
“Now. Eve,” I command when she just stands there. What little confidence she had five minutes ago is now gone. “On your stomach with your head at the foot of the bed.”
Turning, she crawls onto the mattress and gets into position. I push the bench out of the way and step up to the footboard. I secure her wrists to each corner, careful with the hand she hit the woman with back at Blackout.
I stuff a pillow underneath her hips, propping her ass and cunt up in the air, and then tie each ankle to the corners of the headboard. When she ran over to the bar, I removed the rope I found in Tyson’s bag and had already secured them to each corner of the bed, knowing what I was going to do to her when she returned.
She struggles with the ropes, and I come to the foot of the bed. Crouching down, I sweep her hair from her face, gripping it in my fist and lifting her head off the end so I can look her in the eye when I speak. “What do you want me to do to you, angel?”
“Play with me,” she begs. “Please.” She pulls on the restraints.
“Do you think you deserve that after how you’ve acted tonight?” I ask.
