“Like?” I grunt. “Fuckinglove.”
She steps closer, lacing her arms around my neck, her body warm and soft against mine.
“What do you want to do to me, Drago?” she whispers.
Fuck.
The list is endless.
I wet my lips, forcing myself to breathe. To stay steady. To be the man she trusts. “Do you trust me, baby?” I ask, voice low.
“Yes. With my life.” She doesn’t even hesitate.
My chest tightens at that.
“Then you’ll give me a safeword,” I say, brushing my thumb along her jaw. “And I’ll push where I feel necessary. Is there anything you’d like to try?”
She bites her lip, nerves flickering behind her eyes.
I grip her face gently, grounding her. “Tell me.”
“Jet ski,” she blurts out.
A grin tugs at my mouth. I nod once. “Jet ski it is.”
“I-I don’t want to be blindfolded.”
Something deep in me aches, understanding instantly—no questions, no pressure.
“Then we won’t,” I promise. “I like you watching me anyway.”
She exhales, relief softening her expression into a small smile. “I’d like to be tied up…” she says quietly.
Interesting.
That’s not what I expected from her. Not yet. But I don’t let my surprise show.
“You say your safeword, or you say stop,” I tell her. “Either one, I end it. Immediately. Okay?” I pause, holding her gaze. “I’ve got you. I’ll read your body, but you’re in control.”
She nods, swallowing.
An idea sparks, something lighter. Something that makes this feel like play, not fear. Something that eases her into it.
I dip my mouth to her lips, a rough, hungry kiss that promises everything without taking it yet.
And then I pull back and grab the discarded clothes from the floor. Because if Lev comes home and sees that. It’s game over.
“Come with me,” I growl against her mouth.
CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
Lily
Song- let me fall, Ex Habit, BURY
He doesn’t let me walk up the stairs, of course not. He hoists me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing, slapping my ass with every step he takes.
“Drago!” I squeal.
