"You’re wrong, Toni. I’m not. I’m nothing," I cry, my voice laced with sorrow and yearning. A cocktail mixed just for Toni. “You took the wrong woman. You…”
Toni lets out a long breath as her fingers turn rigid on my skin. Her nails comb through my hairline, scratching against my scalp, tugging at my roots. “No, I did not.” Her chest rises and falls, her dark gaze staring at my parted, quivering lips. And then, with a tenderness that catches me off guard for a second, she lurches forward and kisses me.
She fucking kisses me.
Houston, we’ve made contact.
Despite knowing it’s all an act, my heart still races as her lips crush against mine, soft yet urgent, and I find myself reveling in the sensation. But I check myself. Not yet. One more hoop.
She needs to earn it.
After a beat, I feign shock and pull back.
I gasp as if I didn’t plan for this to happen. “What… What are you…” My gaze shifts to the door. “What about…?”
Toni grabs my face, forcing me to look at her. Breathless and starved for more, she grunts, "Nothing else matters, bella." Toni swallows. "I know what I want." A charged pause. "Tell me... What doyouwant?"
To escape.
I pretend to think about it, forcing a bashful expression, and then I whisper, "I want you, Toni. I want..."
Toni's lips crash onto mine again, but this time her kiss isn’t soft. It's hard like stone and diamonds and bricks. Heavy. So fucking heavy that it nearly crushes my composure.
Our mouths meld together, tongues dancing and twirling and flicking, and I almost forget that I hate this fucking woman. But my hatred only fuels me, makes me crazy for a taste of her, for a small, decadent bite of revenge.
Toni's hands snake around my waist, pulling me closer as the heat between us intensifies.
I can taste her desperation, her need to touch me, taint me, consume me, and I’ll let it happen. I’ll let her have me. She candrink in every ounce of me until she’s full. Until she’s bloated. Until she’s gagging on her own lust and gluttony.
Soft moans escape our lips between breaths, my hands finding their way into Toni's hair. I tug on her roots, pulling her closer to me. Toni's fingers tug on the zipper of my jacket. She wants more. More contact. More skin. More of me.
Eager to please my oh-so-gullible captor, I reach forward, fumbling with the zipper before successfully pulling the jacket off. My T-shirt follows. Cool air kisses my exposed skin, and I swallow, reaching for the hem of Toni’s sweater. When I see the embers burning in her eyes, I yank it off, wanting to create a damn wildfire.
Our bodies press together, the hunger palpable as we kiss, her tongue taking charge, making her think thatshe’sin control. So foolish. So perfect. Toni's fingers trail down my spine, and my skin tingles as I revel in the sensation of being wanted. This may be a performance, but I seem to enjoy being a method actor.
Toni’s expert hands explore my body, and she knows exactly where to touch me, which spots will make me squirm. She pulls her lips off mine and dips down, latching onto my nipples, the suction sending a zap straight to my core.Oh God…
I can't help but throw my head back, a throaty moan escaping as pleasure courses through me.
Breathless and wanting, I remind myself of the task at hand. We’re ninety percent at our finish line. Just ten more to go. I know she wants every inch of me, and I want to give it to her. That’smyprize. I get something out of it too.
Letting out a deep, guttural moan, I attempt to shift farther up the mattress, my muscles straining against the restrictive chain that binds me. The metal holds me back. I force myself to jerk. A deliberate motion that Toni doesn’t catch. Of course, she doesn’t. She’s too busy kissing my skin, tasting me. I try again,pausing, pretending to look frustrated, and then she comes up for air, looking up at me, our eyes locked.
My gaze floats to the chain, a silent plea for her to untie me. I swallow, genuinely nervous about what she’ll do next. She stares at me for several loaded beats, and then her gaze flits down my glistening, sweaty body until she notices my soaked panties.
“Please…” It comes out in a pathetic, desperate whisper.
It’s just what she needs to hear.
Without uttering a word, Toni concedes to my whimpering plea. She reaches for a key in the pocket of her discarded sweater. My breath catches in my throat.
Yes. Do it. Unlock me. Fucking do it.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the key finds its way into the lock. With a click, the chain releases and I’m free.
I’m free to make Toni my little toy.
“On your back,” Toni breathes, smoky and depraved. She guides me farther onto the mattress. “Open your legs for me, Emery Jones. I want to taste you.”
