As will the massive, luxurious bed that occupies the center of what looks like a fully stocked torture chamber.
Racks of whips, cuffs, chains, rope—and more than a few alternatives to the bed that someone could be strapped to instead.
There is no way in hell I’m letting him take my virginity in a room like this while all the world can see.
But before I can voice my objection, Raf’s hands are sliding over my ass, his fingers curling around my thighs, and he hoists me up, wrapping my legs around his hips as he captures my lips in another scintillating kiss.
“Raf,” I breathe, breaking away just long enough to whisper his name before his tongue is tangling with mine once more.
A low, rumbling groan issues from his chest, and I gasp as something cold and hard meets my back.
“I love it when you say my name like that,” he growls as he nips playfully at my lips. “Do it again.”
“Raf, wait,” I insist, my body throbbing in protest at my request.
But to my relief, he does, pulling back just enough so he can look me in the eyes. He doesn’t set me down, however, and my heart hammers as I feel the hard length of him pressed against the apex of my thighs.
“I don’t want…” I glance at the windows, and my throat bobs as I realize that it’s one of the massive panes of glass that he has me pressed against—and I can see the streets of Chicago a surprising distance below.
“Don’t want people to watch us fuck?” he suggests, taking the opportunity to lean in and brush a kiss against my exposed neck.
My nipples feel tight and too sensitive against the fabric of my dress as fresh heat pounds through my veins. “Yes,” I breathe, my eyes sliding closed as my body betrays me.
“Don’t worry. It’s one-way glass—meant to create the feeling of exposure. But they can’t see us. It just looks like a mirror to them.”
Heady relief surges through me, followed by a throbbing exhilaration.
“Promise?” I whisper, my heart in my throat.
“Trust me, Aisling,” Raf murmurs against my skin, and the way he says my name completely unravels me.
I shouldn’t, but for some reason, I do trust him. “Okay.”
A low growl of approval vibrates from his chest, sending tremors through my body that make my core tighten.
Then his hips are all that’s keeping me pinned against the cold glass as he yanks open my pea coat, sending buttons pinging across the room.
He barely seems to notice the strapless blue sheath dress I’m wearing underneath as he expertly strips me of the warm coat that I’ve used to shield most of my body.
It falls heavily to the floor as he wraps one arm around me, his other hand exploring me brazenly, kneading my hip, following the curve of my waist to palm my breast.
Then it travels up to my throat. And he squeezes.
My breath hitches, my heart stuttering when I feel his fingers close against my pulse, staunching the blood flow and my source of oxygen all in one go.
My eyes fly wide, my body tensing—until his teeth close lightly on the lobe of my ear.
And I nearly explode.
Being choked shouldnotturn me on.
But the hot wetness that floods my panties completely defies logic, and I shudder violently with the sudden and intense need that pounds between my thighs.
Instinctively, I grind against him and whimper at the sweet relief.
“You like that,dolce?” Raf purrs, rocking forward until my butt meets the cool glass with a dull thunk.
The friction brings me to the brink of climax.
