Whipping my head to look over my shoulder, I stare toward Knox, who holds the other end of the rope. He glares and then tugs again, forcing me back another step.
“Knox!” I scold, hooking my fingers into the rope as if I can pry it off me.
He yanks again and I stumble before he starts feeding the rope between his hands, forcing me to return to him.
He gives a hard, final tug and then catches me before I fall, wrapping me in his big arms against his chest.
“Don’t walk away from me, Hellion,” He growls, his hand curling around the nape of my neck, the rope still around my waist. He squeezes, forcing my neck to bend and my eyes to look at his face, “You don’t walk away.”
My teeth grind, “That what you tellhertoo?”
He chuckles, but it isn’t a pleasant sound. “Your jealousy tastes so sweet, Hellion.”
My nostrils flare.
“I don’t want her, Elena. I haveneverwanted her. I want you. Ionlywantyou.”
“Yeah, well,” I grumble, “Maybe you should tell her that.”
“It doesn’t matter what I tell her, it’s your mark on my neck, my fingerprints on your thighs. It’s you I chase.”
“Let me go,” I push on him, shaking my head.
“Fuck that,” He snaps out before his shoulder meets my abdomen and he throws me overit.
“Knox!” I yell before loud, boisterous whistles join my protests.
“I’m going to show you how much I want you and only you,” His voice rumbles through me, a vibration that sets my blood on fire, “And if I have to make you come until you cry to prove that darlin’, then you’ll get no complaints from me.”
Heat pools between my legs. “Put me down!” There’s no real conviction behind the demand.
A quick, harsh slap lands against my ass cheek, startling me quiet.
His steps are sure and determined, covering the distance to the house quickly, and he doesn’t put me down until we’re in the bedroom and my body is bouncing on top of the mattress.
I glare up at him, but he quirks a brow and reaches for the hat on his head before he tosses it to the side and then moves to pull the rope away from my abdomen, and drags the loop down my body so he can free me from it.
“Hands up,” He orders.
“Excuse me?”
“Hands. Up.” He growls, tone sharp.
Licking my teeth, I lift my arms, watching him move until he wraps the rope around my wrists and tugs, pulling my arms taut.
He secures the rope to the bedpost, locking me to the bed.
Hisfingers then find the waistband of my pants, flicking the button to pop it open before he begins to drag the denim down my thighs, careful as he goes over the still-healing flesh on my thigh. He throws my pants onto the floor, lifting his knee to place it between my legs and stares down at the lace that covers my pussy. He presses a single finger to my clit above the flimsy material, and I jerk, the rope on my wrists pulling tight and cutting in.
A quick slap to the side of my good thigh freezes me against the bed. “Did you just slap me?” I snap.
“Stay still,” He growls.
“Undo these ropes and let’s see who’s in control,” I bite.
A cruel grin twists his mouth as a dark chuckle rumbles from him. “Let’s not play games, Hellion; we both know in this bedroom, on this bed, I’m the one who owns you. I’m the one who controls your pleasure. In this bedroom,yousubmit tome.”
My pussy throbs, and my nipples tighten beneath the material of my bra.
