When he finally pulled his fingers free, I felt a strange sense of loss, still captured in the moment of rapture. Although the realization of what was really happening refused to surrender.
I was his prisoner and I had no idea if anyone was coming to save me.
There was nowhere I could go, no sense of claiming what had belonged to me a few hours before. My life had changed, the handsome, monstrous man taking what he believed belonged to him.
Plus, he was right. He’d caught me lying to him, but not about the bastard who’d come into my shop, disrupting my life.
But about him and how much I craved him.
Very slowly, he pulled the thin lace from my mouth, his gentleness surprising me. As he brushed his fingers down my spine, I felt myself melting.
There was too much insane heat between us, an uncharted chemistry. It almost seemed as if he was having a difficult time being the monstrous beast he seemed to want me to see.
This time as he fisted my hair, I didn’t fight him as I’d done before. Maybe it was exhaustion.
Maybe the sweet haze of satisfaction.
I felt the weight of his body on the bed and could smell his hunger.
“Tell me who the man was who tried to have me killed.” There was no longer any anger in his voice, just the same powerful baritone of darkness. His heated breath tickled my skin. When he nipped my earlobe, I closed my eyes, even pretending for a few seconds this was two days before, not a life-changing experience that I would likely not recover from.
“I don’t know. I swear to you.” That much was the truth, and I said so with as much sincerity as possible.
But I could tell instantly that he didn’t believe me.
“Then I have no choice but to continue your lesson in obedience.”
“What does that mean? That you’re going to hurt me even more than you have?”
“Of course not, my little liar. I’m going to fuck you. That is what you’ve hungered for since I left just days before. Haven’t you?”
His arrogance blew the moment out of the water. “Not even a little.”
“Your body betrays you.” He let me go and I fell against the bed. When he backed away, I knew exactly what he was doing.
Even though I didn’t want to give him the attention he likely wanted me to provide, I couldn’t help myself, turning my head to the side so I could watch him undress.
Just watching him unbuttoning his shirt was sexy. As he peeled away the material, my breath skittered to a stop, once again reminded just how muscular he was, built like the perfect chiseled god. Even now after what he’d done to me, my mouth was watering. That had to be a clear indication somewhere deep inside I preferred a dominating man.
When he was completely naked, he took a deep breath, stretching as he stood to his full height. Very slowly, he turned toward me. There was such an edge about the man, but some of the coldness he’d shown me had dissipated, his eyes now shimmering instead of being bricks of ice.
As he approached, a small part of me knew I should fight him again. Who wouldn’t in this situation?
But I didn’t.
He took his time crawling onto the bed behind me, acting as if he already owned me. His movements were gentle, his fingers tracing my spine in such a way I shivered. I did my best to break the hypnotic state, trying and failing to claw my way forward.
All he needed to do was wrap his long fingers around my hair, tugging me backward and I knew I was trapped.
Not only because there was no way he’d allow me to go anywhere, but also because I wanted him. God help me, I did.
Besides, there was really nothing I could do to stop him.
He was going to make good on another promise of fucking me.
My inner thighs were soaked from my juice, every synapse on fire. That’s what he did to me.
The feel of his hands as he gripped my hips, tugging me back several inches until my feet were hanging off the bed was infuriating.
