His dark eyes traveled from my face to my ankles and back again, slower on the way back up. He didn’t try to remove my sleep shorts. But it didn’t seem to matter. I noticed his breathing change and my gaze dipped to the front of his pants. A telltale bulge, long and thick strained against the fastening. I cleared my throat and took a chance. “If you untie me, I can take care of that for you.”
Frowning, he followed my gaze to his swollen cock, like he’d only just noticed it was there. When he met my gaze again, there was a battle in his eyes. Finally, he shook his head. “No.”
I arched my eyebrows. “No? I thought you said you liked me.”
“Stop, Luna. You don’t have to play your sex games with me. They won’t get you anywhere.”
Shame flooded through me for the first time in years, and once again, hot tears pricked the corners of my eyes. “I’m sorry,” I told him. And then I wondered why the hell I was apologizing to this guy who’d broken into Gino’s house and restrained me so he could sexually molest me. The next instant, fury flooded through me, my emotions all over the place, and I started to struggle in earnest. “Fucking untie me!”
He ignored me. Sliding his fingertips beneath the waistband of my shorts, he tugged on them.
“No!” I bared my teeth at him. “Stop! Or I swear to god, I’ll scream.”
“Go ahead,” he told me. “I’ve decided I won’t gag you. I like hearing the little noises you make when I touch you. Besides…” He paused what he was doing just long enough to pull a gun from the back of his waistband and check the ammo. Finished, he returned it to its place. “Gino is becoming a problem in the family anyway. His death wouldn’t be a great loss, although Luca gets upset with me when I do things outside of his timeline.”
Cold air hit my vagina as my shorts were tugged down as far as my wide-spread legs would allow, and I moaned.
I fucking moaned.
CHAPTER 12
Tristan
Iwaited for her to carry out her threat to scream. Luna was not a woman who went back on her word. I knew this. The fact that she was still here in Gino’s house and hadn’t tried to escape proved it. Just like I knew she didn’t hate my touch as much as she was trying to make me believe she did. It’s why I hadn’t gagged her yet. I enjoyed the little intakes of breath and other small noises she made as I explored her body.
Not that it mattered. I would touch her even if she didn’t like it, just to see what she felt like. But this did make things more…interesting.
Plus, chances were Gino wouldn’t come running, even if she did scream. I doubted he’d even hear her. Not over the noise of his CPAP machine and the movie he’d been watching when he’d fallen asleep blaring full blast from his television. And if his guards heard anything, they’d probably assume it was just Gino in here and not dare interrupt.
So, no. I wasn’t worried about her screaming. As a matter of fact, I kind of hoped she would.
Luna lay spread out like a buffet for me to eat, and I had to admit, the sight of her made my mouth water. Her dark hair, braided the way she usually wore it at night, lay over her left shoulder, exposing her throat to me. She was beautiful in sleep, but she was even more so with those blue eyes staring up at me in fear. Her lips parted with a gasp as I ran one fingertip over the edge of the triangle of pubic hair that covered the top of her pussy. Even those curls were soft. I wanted to rub my cheek against them.
When I came here tonight, it hadn’t been my intention to do this. I’d just wanted to watch her. But when I’d seen her lying there, sleeping so hard, the urge to touch her had grown out of my control. It terrified me, this need I had for her, and yet I couldn’t seem to dispel it. I still didn’t know why this particular woman had such a hold over me, but at this point, it didn’t really matter. It was there, and there was nothing I could do to shake it.
So, I’d given in.
In the top drawer of her dresser with the rest of the silky things she only wore when she dressed for Gino, I’d found two pair of thigh-high silk hose. I used them to restrain her arms and legs. The last thing I wanted to happen would be for her to wake up and strike out in panic, because that could take a nasty turn I’d have little control over. And I really didn’t want to hurt her. Accidentally or otherwise.
She started to struggle against the bonds again. She was angry now, and like everything else about her, the range of emotions she’d displayed in the short time I’d been here captivated me. What was it like, to be so controlled by emotions? I watched her for a moment until I was secure in the knowledge she wouldn’t escape, then I turned my attention back to the dips and curves of her body.
Her breasts were as fucking close to perfect as any I’d ever seen. I reached toward one, then curled my fingers back. I was almost afraid to touch them. But my curiosity got the best of me, and I squeezed one, manipulating the giving flesh as it overflowed my hand, the hard nipple poking the center of my palm. I did the same to the other breast, comparing them before pinching the hard nipples, rolling them between my fingertips. The entire time, I watched her reaction to my touch, heard the way her breath caught in her chest, and saw the pulse flutter in her throat.
No, she didn’t hate my touch.
Luna started to struggle in earnest now, cursing at me, and I placed one hand flat on her lower stomach to hold her still as I took my knife out again. The shorts had to go. They were restricting my explorations. I could wield it with my left hand just as well as my right, and I used this hand to slice through the thin material until there was a good head start. Then I closed it up and put it back in my front pocket, using my hands to finish the job.
When I was done, Luna was completely nude except for the scraps of her tank top laying along either side of her ribcage. Her pale skin shone luminescent through the darkness. Her nipples and dark pubic hair were the only shadows, along with the dip of her stomach just under her naval. She was curvy in clothes, and I saw now that it was her natural figure, not padding or underwires or fancy cuts.
My eyes glued to her naked body, I put one knee up on the bed, quickly becoming obsessed with those curves, and ran my hands, more assertively this time, over the outer sides of her breasts to the dip of her waist and the flare of her hips. My breath came fast and hard as I touched her. My heart pounded, and the blood rushed loudly in my ears. The sensation of so many different curves and textures overwhelming my senses.
Her thighs were on the thicker side, tapering down to her calves and ankles perfectly. I laid my hands over the tops of her legs and spread my fingers. My large hands barely covered the entire width.
Pressing my thumbs into the soft flesh of her inner thighs, I slid them up toward her sex. She stilled as I found the center crease and opened her lips wide. I smelled the earthy musk of her, and I bit my lower lip, wondering what she tasted like.
She’d stopped struggling and now lay waiting to see what I would do. I wanted to see her expression, but I couldn’t take my eyes from the delicate pink flesh those dark curls protected. Slowly, savoring the anticipation but too far gone to stop now, I lowered my head and licked her from her ass to her clit.
Luna’s hips lurched upward, and she moaned.
