mouth to her ear, he whispered, “ I did not say you could go anywhere. ”
“ I ’ m not going to say it, so I might as well leave. ” The words, so strong in her head, came out breathless.
“ Oh, you ’ ll stay. ” Peter licked her ear, nibbled. “ I ’ m in charge. You won ’ t leave this room until I ’ ve tasted every inch of you. Until I ’ ve fucked your cunt, your ass, until I ’ ve watched my cum glisten on your skin. You ’ ll leave when I ’ m satisfied. You either do what I tell you, or accept your punishment. ”
Her womb clenched. “ I won ’ t say it, ” she whispered, fought not to arch against him, fought not to moan.
A growl rumbled through his chest, and she knew her defiance turned him on. Peter spun her around in his arms, brought them chest to chest. Where she was soft, he was hard, muscular angles. Behind her back he caught her wrists, pinned them together.
He leaned in, bumped his nose against hers. A hair ’ s brea d t h away from her lips, he asked, “ How far are you willing to take this? Decide now, because I won ’ t stop at warm and comfortable. I ’ ll fuck you hard, fast, make it hurt in the best way possible. I will tie you to my bed and make you beg. I will have your sweet virgin ass. Do you trust me, Eva? ”
He pulled away, left her aching for his kiss. He stroked her throat, tightened his hold until she had to fight for each breath. When he looked down at her, a dark lock of his hair swept across his forehead. She swallowed, gaze darting from his eyes to his mouth, and tried not dwell on how devastatingly handsome the possess iveness in his gaze was.
Making her choice, she said, “ I accept your punishment. ”
“ I was hoping you ’ d say that . ” He backed her toward the bed, away from the room ’ s only exit.
The warm, heavy weight of his cock dug into her stomach. With every step, the co a rse hair on his chest teased her sensitive nipples. They hit the bed, and he pushed her onto the mattress.
From on top of the coverlet, Peter picked up a black silk tie. For a moment, she thought of the funeral, the reason he was in town. He ’ d brought a suit, laid it out on the bed as if he were going to put it on. Thought vanished when he moved onto the bed. B efore she coul d even think about bolting, he straddled her waist. One wrist at a time, he brought her hands over her head and pinned them against the slats of the hand - carved headboard.
“ Don ’ t move. ”
Her thunderous heart nearly exploded. How smart was it to trust a complete stranger to tie her up? Common sense reared its ugly head. She knew nothing about bondage except what she ’ d read in romance novels. Should she trust this man?
“ Don ’ t I get a word to say if things get too...intense? ” she asked, hoped she wasn ’ t making a huge mistake. She wanted this. Wanted to trust him. Wanted him to take everything away. This is what she needed.
One half of his mouth tilted up in a sinful smirk. “ Cunt. ”
Chapter Four
“ Cunt. ”
The crude word rolled off Peter ’ s tongue like silky chocolate. Eva ’ s jaw tightened. She lifted her head to better glare at the naked man pinning her to the bed. Damn his sexy, arrogant ass. “ You are such a prick, ” she snarled.
Peter ’ s smirk turned into a full - blown smile and he lowered his head until their noses brushed. The tip of his tongue flicked the bow of her upper lip, passed a trail of moisture slowly across the bottom one. He spoke against her mouth . “ By the time morning rolls around, you ’ ll have worked up to hating me. ”
Instead of closing in for the kiss she lifted to meet, he pulled out of reach. Never letting go of her captured wrists, Peter sat back and studied her stretched out beneath him. Where his molten gaze landed, flesh heated. Arousal pinked her pale skin and colored her nipples a dusky shade of rose. It was all she could do not to squirm under his intense scrutiny.
“ I ’ m going to enjoy
“ I ’ m not going to say it, so I might as well leave. ” The words, so strong in her head, came out breathless.
“ Oh, you ’ ll stay. ” Peter licked her ear, nibbled. “ I ’ m in charge. You won ’ t leave this room until I ’ ve tasted every inch of you. Until I ’ ve fucked your cunt, your ass, until I ’ ve watched my cum glisten on your skin. You ’ ll leave when I ’ m satisfied. You either do what I tell you, or accept your punishment. ”
Her womb clenched. “ I won ’ t say it, ” she whispered, fought not to arch against him, fought not to moan.
A growl rumbled through his chest, and she knew her defiance turned him on. Peter spun her around in his arms, brought them chest to chest. Where she was soft, he was hard, muscular angles. Behind her back he caught her wrists, pinned them together.
He leaned in, bumped his nose against hers. A hair ’ s brea d t h away from her lips, he asked, “ How far are you willing to take this? Decide now, because I won ’ t stop at warm and comfortable. I ’ ll fuck you hard, fast, make it hurt in the best way possible. I will tie you to my bed and make you beg. I will have your sweet virgin ass. Do you trust me, Eva? ”
He pulled away, left her aching for his kiss. He stroked her throat, tightened his hold until she had to fight for each breath. When he looked down at her, a dark lock of his hair swept across his forehead. She swallowed, gaze darting from his eyes to his mouth, and tried not dwell on how devastatingly handsome the possess iveness in his gaze was.
Making her choice, she said, “ I accept your punishment. ”
“ I was hoping you ’ d say that . ” He backed her toward the bed, away from the room ’ s only exit.
The warm, heavy weight of his cock dug into her stomach. With every step, the co a rse hair on his chest teased her sensitive nipples. They hit the bed, and he pushed her onto the mattress.
From on top of the coverlet, Peter picked up a black silk tie. For a moment, she thought of the funeral, the reason he was in town. He ’ d brought a suit, laid it out on the bed as if he were going to put it on. Thought vanished when he moved onto the bed. B efore she coul d even think about bolting, he straddled her waist. One wrist at a time, he brought her hands over her head and pinned them against the slats of the hand - carved headboard.
“ Don ’ t move. ”
Her thunderous heart nearly exploded. How smart was it to trust a complete stranger to tie her up? Common sense reared its ugly head. She knew nothing about bondage except what she ’ d read in romance novels. Should she trust this man?
“ Don ’ t I get a word to say if things get too...intense? ” she asked, hoped she wasn ’ t making a huge mistake. She wanted this. Wanted to trust him. Wanted him to take everything away. This is what she needed.
One half of his mouth tilted up in a sinful smirk. “ Cunt. ”
Chapter Four
“ Cunt. ”
The crude word rolled off Peter ’ s tongue like silky chocolate. Eva ’ s jaw tightened. She lifted her head to better glare at the naked man pinning her to the bed. Damn his sexy, arrogant ass. “ You are such a prick, ” she snarled.
Peter ’ s smirk turned into a full - blown smile and he lowered his head until their noses brushed. The tip of his tongue flicked the bow of her upper lip, passed a trail of moisture slowly across the bottom one. He spoke against her mouth . “ By the time morning rolls around, you ’ ll have worked up to hating me. ”
Instead of closing in for the kiss she lifted to meet, he pulled out of reach. Never letting go of her captured wrists, Peter sat back and studied her stretched out beneath him. Where his molten gaze landed, flesh heated. Arousal pinked her pale skin and colored her nipples a dusky shade of rose. It was all she could do not to squirm under his intense scrutiny.
“ I ’ m going to enjoy
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