Draven slides me a knowing look. “Are you in any way surprised?”
“No. It suits you.” I flash him a villainous smile as I add, “Sir.”
Burning desire flares up in his eyes, making them glint in the torchlight.
With that wicked smile on my lips, I saunter up the steps until I reach the ones right below the throne. Then I turn back towards Draven and lower myself to my knees there.
“So, is this where you want me?” I ask, my voice full of teasing. “Kneeling at the foot of your throne?”
He strides up the steps until he reaches me. Dark desire still burns in his eyes as he looks down at me, but there is a sly smile on his lips as he reaches down and takes a firm grip on the collar of my shirt.
“No,” he says.
My heart skips a beat as he suddenly yanks me up from the steps and turns me so that my back is towards the throne. Releasing my collar, he instead gives my chest a firm shove. Cool stone meets me as I hit the smooth surface. It takes me another second to process where I’ve ended up. Sitting. On his throne.
“Thisis where I want you,” Draven says, his golden eyes glittering.
My pulse thrums as I hold his gaze.
He slides his tongue along his bottom lip as he watches me sit there on his throne, as if drinking in the sight of it. Then he slips his hand into his pocket, and something metallic clangs faintly.
“Now, if only there was some way I could keep you here forever,” Draven muses, that wicked glint in his eyes. The sly smile on his handsome face widens as he draws out a pair of steel handcuffs and dangles them in the air before me. “Oh, wait.”
Heat rushes through me, but I try to keep an expression of challenge on my face as I arch an eyebrow at him. “Seriously? You just happened to be carrying a pair of handcuffs?”
“I always carry handcuffs when I’m around you, you troublesome little rebel.” He nods towards my chest. “Now, take off your shirt and raise your hands above your head.”
My clit throbs at the command in his voice, and I bite my lip. I shift my weight slightly as I watch him spin the handcuffs around his finger in an incredibly distracting and unnecessarily hot way.
He narrows his eyes at me. “Azaroth help you if I have to tell you twice.”
A rush of desire pulses through me. While holding his searinggaze, I sit up a little straighter and grab the hem of my shirt. His eyes burn with deep desire as he watches me pull the shirt over my head. It flutters down to the smooth black steps as I drop it at Draven’s feet. Then I lean back in the chair and raise my arms above my head.
Satisfaction glitters in Draven’s eyes as he bends down over me and takes my jaw in a commanding grip. “Good girl.”
A shiver of pleasure rolls down my spine.
He steals a possessive kiss from my lips before releasing my chin and instead reaching towards my hands. My core throbs as he snaps the handcuffs shut around my wrists, locking the manacles behind one of the tall spikes atop the backrest. I pull tentatively at my restraints, but they now keep my arms firmly trapped above my head.
With heat pulsing inside me, I tilt my head back and look up at my mate.
His intense gaze burns through my soul as he watches me. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
A small whimper of pleasure escapes my lips as he draws his hand along my jaw and then down over my throat. My skin prickles and a desperate need builds inside me as he trails his fingers over my collarbones and then down my chest.
I gasp as he suddenly pinches my nipples. Throwing my head back, I let out a shuddering moan as he rolls my nipples between his fingers.
“Draven,” I pant.
“Begging already?” He lets out a dark chuckle. “You really are learning to obey my commands without question, aren’t you?”
Raising my head, I aim to shoot him a look full of challenge. But right then, he releases my nipples and instead slides his fingers along the top of my pants. Pleasure rolls through me, making me squirm on the throne again.
With deft movements, he undoes the fastenings on my pantsand then curls his fingers over the top of both my pants and panties. “Lift those hips, little rebel.”
I lift my ass off the throne so that he can slide the garments down along my legs. After pulling off my boots, he yanks my pants and panties fully off in one smooth move and drops them on the steps behind him. Then he straightens and just stands there, admiring his handiwork while lust burns like wildfire in his eyes.
My heart pounds as I sit there on his throne, completely naked and handcuffed to the backrest.
