you want?”
Oh. So he was keeping me in his room, in his bed, to protect me? Mental snort. “No, it’s not what I
want. But I don’t want to sleep in your bed either.”
For a moment, I didn’t understand what was happening. Then I was no longer standing on my feet,
and strong arms were wrapped around my thighs right above my knees. The asshole had lifted me off
the floor and was walking us toward his bed.
I hit my fists against his shoulders and back. “Put me down!”
He tossed me on the bed and held my arms. His strength bewildered me every time, how he could
subdue me this easily, this effortlessly. He didn’t break a sweat, and I was panting and sore already, trying to get out of his grip. He opened a drawer in the nightstand and brought out something shiny. I stopped for a brief moment to see what it was.
“No!” I screamed, squirming, when I saw the cuffs.
He almost ripped my arms off to cuff me to bed. “I wasn’t asking when I told you were sleeping in
my bed, and I don’t give a shit what you want or don’t want to do. Now you can shut the fuck up and
understand your place. You don’t have a choice here.” He ogled my body, my heaving breasts. “And if
I want to help myself to a taste of you, sugar beau, again you don’t have a choice but to take it like a good bitch. Understood?”
The way he looked at me, the way he spoke, triggered a new sense of fear I’d never experienced
before. One so dark yet so invigorating. It might have been the adrenaline talking, but had you ever
been scared but at the same time you liked it? As if you didn’t want it to end? As if you craved it?
His gaze zeroed in on my lips. My mouth twitched, parting reflexively. I didn’t know why. It
wasn’t for a gasp. I was barely breathing. Whatever reason that was for, I shouldn’t have done it
because I didn’t want to give him the wrong idea. That wasn’t an invitation at all, but it was too late.
His scorching lips were on mine, crushing, violating, taking what wasn’t theirs to take.
I was about to bite him, show him I did have a choice and I wasn’t that helpless even if he had me
captive and restrained in his bed, but he plunged his fingers in my hair, massaging, while his tongue licked my lips one by one, slowly, seductively. I lost my train of thought for a moment, a sweet
shudder running through me, my eyes fluttering shut. Then he took my upper lip between his teeth and
bit gently. Once. Twice. And he did the same to my lower lip.
The sudden throbbing between my legs snapped my eyes open.No, Sia. No!“Stop. Stop it!”
He let go of my lips, his swollen. The look on his face was as stunned as mine, and his breath was
racing, too. “Fuck.” He freed his tangled fingers in my hair and ran them through his, swearing some
more.
Then, without a single word or a glance, he just left.
