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“I like it when you threaten me.”

He blinks down at me, those deep dark eyes smiling. He likes the game we’re playing and fuck, I hate him for it. I can feel it seeping through my blood, the hatred of what I’ve become because of him.

“Stop smiling at me like that,” I threaten, hoping my voice packs a punch, like the blade cutting into his flesh.

He holds his head a little to the side, as I watch a red line from the corner of his lip travel down his neck. He locks that death stare on me, making me shiver. How he can go from smiling one second to staring me down like he’s going to kill me, I have no idea.

“Why?” he asks in Cantonese, as he grins his perfect white teeth covered with blood gleaming in the moonlight. He groans under his breath, “You know, just the sound of your voice gets me hard alone,” sounding smug. He pushes one leg between mine bringing his knee up.

I try to close my thighs. “Stop it,” I pant.

He shoves my foot to the side; I have to take hold of his shoulder to keep from falling. My leg involuntarily wraps around his thigh and the half smile lighting up his face is enough to make me break out in a cold sweat. He groans lowly, not letting go of my neck. The fucker is cutting off just enough oxygen to make my clit twitch. He stares at me; he knows exactly what he’s doing.

My eyes travel down, and I have to bite on my bottom lip to keep the groan trying to escape locked in my throat. He pushes his leg up, lining my zipper against his bulge. I let my hand disappear under his shirt to run the tips of my fingers over his smooth skin.

His head falls to the side with a soft smile playing on his lips. I stare at the cut on the right where I bit him before and snarl. Digging my nails in his shoulder, he moans louder. I hate how I’m tilting my hips trying to meet his thrust. My stomach swoops while my clit throbs.

“Fuck, Dash.” He sighs. He keeps his hand around my neck, holding me in place as his lips trail over mine. I can taste the blood on my tongue, it’s thick in the air, mixed with my arousal. “I can smell you,” he murmurs against my ear. He lets it drop while he licks at my neck, leaving a wet trail where his hand used to be.

“Stop, Tian,” I groan, letting my forehead fall against his shoulder. He smells so familiar, so safe, echoes through my mind. I feel the tears press against my closed lids as I trail an open-mouth kiss against his chest. My tongue traces the outline of the snake tattoo disappearing down his shoulder to wrap around his arm and wrist.

He grins. “I was thinking about the night in Shanghai when I tracked you down.” His hand clutches my ass, pushing me against his hardness. “The way you died in my arms when I took your virginity,” he says hungrily.

“Shut the fuck up,” I snap.

He grabs my shirt, completely ripping it down the middle, letting the torn fabric drop to the floor.

“Tian,” I gasp, my nipples pebbling against the white lace.

He smirks while running his palm over my left breast and pinches hard. I cry out in pain while he chuckles. “Still got the same tattoo as me, I see,” he purrs, softly running his scarred knuckles over the snake that wraps around my stomach all the way to my back. Somehow his other arm that’s still bound folds around my neck, holding me firmly in place. He could easily break my neck if he wanted to. Knowing that makes me dizzy for a second. I need to keep stalling for time. I hope Eliot is okay. Did Moon kill him? Did he kill himself? What the hell is my brother going to do when he finds out our scheme.

“Are you thinking about El?” He winks. “Don’t,” he says, nipping at my bottom lip.

“I’m not, you are. I mean he’s hot.” I flash him a look.

“He’s my best friend and your brother’s wife.” Raising a brow like a dare to tell him otherwise.

“Don’t give me that look,” I warn.

Shaking his head, he opens the button of my pants, easing the zipper down. He pushes my panties to the side on a deep groan. I arch my back while he keeps holding me up with his bound arm. It must hurt, I can’t help but smile while blood from his wrist trickles down his arm, soaking the sleeve of his white dress shirt.

“Let’s see how wet you are, shall we?” he says against the corner of my mouth, his voice thick and heavy. Stroking down my lips he smiles as I dig my nails in his shoulder trying to hold on. He dips his fingers further down, teasing my slit before parting them on a deep groan to find me drenched. His fingers start to tease my walls while I throw my arm around his neck.

“I missed you,” he pants against my parted lips, making it impossible to leave. I hate those three words. He presses his forehead against mine and looks deep into my eyes, while he circles my clit.

“So fucking wet. Did it turn you on seeing me strung up like this? Or was it because you could beat the living shit out of me?” he asks, pulling me closer on a moan. He pinches my clit; I gasp and close my eyes.

“Open them,” he roars in my face. “Look at me,” he demands as pain flares through my body. The hurt of knowing I still love him, but I hate him even more. I hate him; I groan as pleasure takes over. Without warning he presses his lips against mine in a breathless kiss.

I open my eyes, he’s watching me as I cry out in pain and intense overwhelming pleasure. I haven’t come in a year. The air is thick with our sweat and arousal. He keeps holding on as white plaster falls down on us. We both look up. The ring he secured to the ceiling is almost cracked down the middle.

He licks my bottom lip, and bites hard at the same time as he teases my clit violently. My eyes slide shut, while I quiver as he curls his fingers inside me. I rock against his palm wanting him to go deeper, wanting to come again. “Tian,” I cry out sounding so needy.

“Yes,” he breathes, while he keeps rubbing inside me, his thumb pressing against my clit. I try to push him away from me, but he keeps his arm firmly locked around my neck, holding me in place against his body. I keep rocking, wanting to feel his hard body pressed against mine. His shirt slips down his arm, and my nipple rubs against his chest, creating the best friction. I watch his eyes travel to the back of his head before he kisses me, sucking my bottom lip between his.

“Stop Tian, please,” I beg.

“No, you’re still mine. I can do whatever the fuck I want,” he growls, ignoring me to speed up, making it hurt and ache at the same time. “Be a good girl, come for me again.” The way he says it in Mandarin has me crashing over the edge. I’m falling against his chest while I cry out. Clawing at his shoulder to keep myself upright. He bites my lip again, and the orgasm keeps tearing through me as I scream, letting my forehead fall against his shoulder. It keeps going over and over but he doesn’t stop his assault on my clit. I arch into him as another orgasm takes me by surprise and white spots appear as I close my eyes. I’m falling, crashing against him as my vision blurs.