Fuck all.
She’s Nicolette’s sister.
My own angry gaze meets hers as I reach for the restraints at her wrists.
“Behave yourself when I unfasten these. They were for show at first, but now I want to be completely sure you don’t do anything that will jeopardize us.”
“Fine,” she grates out. “I won’t.”
I want to tease her a little more while she’s still under my control.
“Ask me nicely.”
“You son of a bitch?—”
“Savannah.” She clamps her lips shut at the warning in my tone.
I hold her hands in mine. “I said,” I repeat, holding her gaze. “Ask me nicely.”
“Or you’ll just leave me bound like this?”
“Yes.”
“Ha!” she says humorlessly, despite the look of triumph in her eyes. “You know you can’t.” She thrusts her chin in the air, as if to defy me. “How will Iwipe my ass?”
I thread my fingers through her hair and cup the back of her head in my palm. “I’ve had slaves cuffed and bound for days,” I say in a low voice. “Trust me. You find a way to do what you have to. It’s nowhere near out of the question.”
I watch as the glint of victory in her eyes fades. When she licks her lips, I find myself staring, enraptured. Her mouth is perfect, so fucking perfect.
Begging to be defiled.
I tighten my grip on her hair until she hisses in a breath and tips her head back. She stifles a little cry.
“You don’t know what you’re playing with, Savannah,” I whisper. I kiss her cheek, her nose, her temple. When her eyes flutter closed, I kiss her lids, then tip her head down so I can kiss her forehead. With a finger under her chin, I lift her face to meetmine and brush my lips across each cheek before I move my mouth to the side of her jaw. I kiss my way down her neck to where her pulse quickens, then lick my way from her neck to her collarbone, to the valley between her breasts.
I reach for her wrists and tug them backward. Her perfect, round breasts heave when she tightens her shoulder blades. I bend down and kiss the hardened buds of her nipples through her top.
With every taste of her, the part of my conscience that tells me to stop grows harder and harder to hear.
Fabien will kill me.
I push the thought away as quickly as it comes.
Fabien who?
I tug the restraints at her wrists and pull them off in one firm motion.
I expect her to shove me away, but she doesn’t. Hesitating at first, she finally wraps her arms around my neck. I groan in her ear before I can stop myself. The way she feels is perfection, like she was meant to be here.
“How much of this do you want to try, Thayer?” she whispers in my ear.
She doesn’t want this. She doesn’t even know what itmeansto submit to me. Savannah’s innocent and naïve, and only a bastard would take advantage of her.
I never said I was a good man.
I suspect that her curiosity is what makes her say this, and that if she really knew what she was asking she would run.
Savannah’s under my protection.
