Page 38 of Elite Metal: Warriors

Her nerves shimmied with anticipation as he raised her arms and snapped the cuffs back on—God, she’d missed them. She loved the way they felt, restraining her, splaying her for his delectation. He brushed back the covers and nuzzled his way to her breasts. When he scraped them with his beard, she hissed in a breath. It was amazing how quickly lust rose within her when she was tied to a bed. She’d never experienced anything like this before. So raw, so savage, so needy.

He suckled her as his hand drifted over her belly and to her slit. He stroked and she moaned. His chuckle rumbled through her. “Someone’s ready,” he said.

She nudged her knee against his groin. “Someone is…”

The chime of his doorbell was an irritation.

Sterling stilled. “Fuck.”

Roni wiggled, just a little. “Ignore it,” she said.

Thank God he nodded and went back to work, teasing and taunting her nipples, stroking her clit.

He stilled when someone pounded on the door. Pounded. Fuck!

Raising his head, he shot her a repentant glance. “I should see who it is.”

She glared at him. “Seriously?”

“It could be work.”

How annoying was it that he stood and yanked on his robe and left the room? Roni gusted a frustrated breath and dropped her head on the pillow, staring at the ceiling. Damn. Damn, damn, damn.

She heard the door open, heard Sterling’s growl. “Steele.”

“Yeah,” Steele grunted. “Good morning to you too. I need to talk to Roni.”

“She’s, um, tied up right now.”

Roni winced. Poor choice of words. Or not.

Steele blew out a breath. “Well, fucking untie her. We need to talk.”

“What happened?”

“Another message from Morrow. She needs to respond. Now.”

Silence resounded. Roni tried to calm her churning gut. She’d known this was coming, she’d known at some point she had to reconnect with Marcus. She just hadn’t expected it to be so soon.

Sterling returned to the bedroom and closed the door behind him. “You heard?” he asked.

“Yeah.” She wiggled her wrists. “Undo me.”

He seemed reluctant, but hell, so was she. He made his way over and unlocked the cuffs, massaging her wrists, although they hardly hurt. Hell. They hadn’t even begun. Damn.

“Later,” he promised as he took in her petulance. “Let’s get dressed.”

He pulled her suitcase from his closet and laid it on the bed. She riffled through it, picked out a fresh outfit and dressed quickly. He dressed as well.

When she made her way into the living room, it was tough meeting Steele’s gaze, but she did. Thankfully, there wasn’t a hint of judgment or humor or snark in it. If there had been, she might have smacked him.

He slid a Styrofoam cup toward her. “Thought you could use this,” he said.

She took a sip and gusted a sigh. Coffee. Hot and rich. “Thank you.”

“Donuts too.” He handed her a paper bag.

“Well, you do come prepared, don’t you?” She attempted a joke and Steele grinned.