Ansel rakes his hands through his hair. For someone who clearly had a trap laid, he doesn’t seem very confident in his abilities. “I don’t know what to do.”
“You should tie me up,” I say softly, and he jolts slightly, his eyes widening.
“What? What the fuck?”
I nod enthusiastically, hiding my wince at the pain that goes through my temple once more. “You should tie me up first.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
I speak slowly and clearly. “Grab some rope. You brought some with you, right? Tie me up. That’s the first thing you should do when kidnapping someone.”
He stares at me, those pretty eyes blinking down at me. “I—what—no.”
Bless him. This must be his first time. “Yes. Go on, little butterfly. Go get the rope and come back. I’ll still be here. Waiting very patiently.”
His blond hair falls onto his forehead again. He pushes it back,but to no avail. It might be my favorite thing about him. I want to grab hold of it as I force his mouth onto my cock.
“Are you the police?”
That makes me laugh as I undo my watch from my wrist and discreetly drop it onto the ground. My phone is already on the floor. Must’ve fallen out at the same time as my dagger, but I was too distracted to notice. That’s good. The last thing I want is for my brothers to track me down and spoil my fun. They probably won’t even notice I’m missing for a few days, but I’m not taking any chances. “Fuck no. Just a mentor, helping a mentee.”
He still doesn’t believe it, lifting his chin defiantly. I might buy the bravado if his lower lip weren’t wobbling.
Fuck, he’s so cute.
“I’m not leaving you. You’re going to make a run for it. You’re going to call the cops. No, I’m going to stay here and…”
“And what?” I ask, so curious.
“And…and tie you up with your shirt.”
My arms flop up over my bloody forehead as I wait for him to strip me down. Oh yes, he can strip me down and tie me up for sure.
It’s been a while since I’ve been so intrigued.
He eyes me and then purses his lips, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head. My chest is bare now, and I can see the heavy way he breathes as he stares at it.
He must see the raven tattoo on my hip, because his eyes widen suddenly. He likes what he sees, but doesn’t want to. He wants to hate me. That’s fine. I get it. It’s easier to kidnap someone you really don’t like.
But it’s clear he’s too hot and bothered to be fully on board with disliking me.
Perfect.
Ansel seems to need some encouragement to get on our way. “Go on. Tie my hands behind my back.”
His lip is trembling again. “Stop talking or I’ll put this in your mouth.”
That makes my cock perk up.Oh yes, put it in my mouth. The fabric, his fingers. Even his cock.
I’d love that.
Instead, I just roll over with a grunt and put my wrists together behind my back. “There. Go on.”
“I’m gonna kill you.” The tremble in his voice has me wanting to do all sorts of depraved things to him.
“Mm, with a knife? I’m not opposed to blood play.”
He hisses. It only makes me harder. By now, my cock is trying to fuck the soil.
