Page 85 of Thorns of Youth

Her breath hitched and satisfaction curled through me, a pleasure wrought from the darkest depths of hell until it felt like heaven. For my entire life, it was me who usually did the cuffing and gagging, not the other way around.

I had it bad for this woman, because unbeknownst to her, I’d let her do anything to me.

Jesus Christ, I better keep that under wraps until she felt the same.

“No cuffs,” she murmured, her grip on the fabric tightening. “Besides, wasn’t it you who threatened to bind and gag me?”

I hissed out a breath at the coy flirtation. “We have time for that, baby.”

“Can’t wait.” Her voice was husky and her expression lustful.

God, this woman!

She was brave, strong, smart. Everything I needed and wanted, and now… I would have her. The little ounce of decency I had five years ago was gone.

Now I wouldn’t let anyone else have her.

She was mine forever.

I sat down on the bed, Sienna on my lap. Then I captured her mouth again, stealing her breath away. Just the way she stole my heart. I wanted to own her. Possess all her moans and shudders.

My free hand traveled down her back, sinking south to the base of her spine. I squeezed her ass and then twisted her around, yanking her sweater over her head. She took initiative and did the same with her jeans, yanking them off.

It left her in a bra and panties, looking like temptation.

“Take your clothes off,” she murmured. “I want to feel your skin.”

She didn’t have to say it twice.

Shifting her onto our bed, she watched me, kneeling and waiting. The sight was so fucking submissive and eager, it made my balls ache. I had never stripped so fast in my entire life.

I leaned forward and nipped her bottom lip, my hands coming around her back and unclipping her bra.

“Take your panties off for me,” I ordered.

She didn’t hesitate.

She shifted on the bed and took her panties off, then waited for me on her hands and knees, glancing at me from over her shoulder with her hooded gaze.