Page 50 of Ruthless Sinner
I lightly drew my nails down his chest. I’d missed having sex with him. Going to sleep curled around him every night was delightful, his strong arms making me feel safe and secure. But I missed having him inside of me. I missed his hot, hard kisses, his tongue on my body. And even when he said he trusted me, I had a way to show him that I trusted him. A way to show him that I was his, completely.
“Kennedy.” Marco lightly wrapped his hands around my wrists. “I don’t want to aggravate your damn injuries.”
“You won’t.” I squirmed in his lap, and Marco’s face flushed. I could feel him getting hard against me, swelling in the tight black underwear he’d worn into the hot tub. Marco rarely bothered with wearing anything at all in his own private jacuzzi. “There’s… there’s something I’ve always wanted to do, with a partner, something I’ve never done before. Because I never trusted my partners enough.”
Marco arched an eyebrow at me. “I’ll probably still say no. Until you’re healed.”
I had a feeling he’d change his mind. “I have a little thing for bad boys.”
Marco smirked. “Really? I never noticed.”
I lightly slapped his shoulder. “But they were also… untrustworthy. I never knew if I’d be able to give them control over me like this.”
“Like what?”
I took a deep breath. “I want you to tie me to your bed. And I want you to… to play with me. Make me beg for you. And then I want you to fuck me, just like that.”
Marco’s eyes went dark and hungry, his jaw clenching. I could feel his cock rubbing against me now, through the fabric of my bathing suit and his briefs.
I could see the thoughts swirling behind his eyes as he calculated. Marco wasn’t just an idiot who thought with his dick. I knew that. But hedidknow sex. He’d kept me balanced on a motorcycle, for crying out loud. And I knew he was running over the logistics in his head right that second and realizing that if he tied me up comfortably and properly, my remaining injuries wouldn’t be exacerbated. In fact, he’d be able to secure me so I wouldn’t really be able to move. I’d be perfectly safe.
A smirk that I wouldn’t, a few months ago, have ever let myself give to Marco Russo flitted across my face. He was hooked, and I knew it.
“Well…” Marco dragged his gaze over my form, cataloguing all of the bruises that still remained on my body. “I suppose I could work with that.” He tilted his head and looked at me. “You’ve never let anyone else do this to you?”
I shook my head. “I’ve wanted it for… years. But I never trusted my partner. Or I knew he wouldn’t want to do it so I never even bothered asking.”
The girl who had dated a fellow FBI agent, the most strait-laced one I could find, felt like another person. I never would settle for that kind of man now. Not with Marco in front of me, ready to take me.
Marco considered me for another moment. I could practically feel the hunger inside of him, barely held back by ropes and chains of common sense, inches away from breaking free.
Finally, he cursed under his breath. I grinned in triumph, not even bothering to hide my glee at my success.
“If we’re about to go up against the feds,” he said, “then I want to take advantage of being with you before the shit hits the fan.”
With that, his hands slid under my thighs and he hoisted me up, guiding me to wrap my legs around him as he stood and exited the hot tub.
Warm water cascaded down from our bodies, dripping onto the floor as he carried me inside, first to the bathroom to dry me off and strip away my swim suit and his briefs, then across the penthouse to his massive bed. It was a good thing I was tall, and a good thing that he probably had something nice and long to tie me up with, or I would’ve been too small to be stretched the expanse of the California king.
Marco gently laid me down on the mattress, more gently than he would have normally I was sure, as ever careful of my injuries. “Scoot up onto the pillows,” he ordered.
His voice was dipping down into that darker, dripping-dark-chocolate register that had electricity shooting up and down my spine every time. I shivered and did as I was told.
Marco knelt down and pulled out one of the drawers that made up the base of the bed. I heard him rummaging around in it, and a moment later he stood back up.
In his hands were now some bright red silk ties, and a pair of fuzzy handcuffs.
I swallowed, my mouth dry. It was finally happening. My body was already beginning to shake in anticipation. All of my years of fantasizing alone as I touched myself, and it was all coming to this.
“Hands above your head,” Marco instructed softly.
I did as I was told, and Marco walked around to the head of the bed. He carefully wrapped the handcuffs around my wrists, the soft black fur gentle against my skin. He hooked the handcuffs around the slats of the headboard, then cuffed my other hand.
“How’s it feel?” he stared at me with fire in his eyes, like he couldn’t wait to devour me and was forcing himself to hold back.
I tested the hold, then rotated my wrists. “It feels secure.”
The cuffs weren’t too tight. They weren’t so loose I’d hurt myself by accidentally yanking out of them, either. I felt… something inside of me settle as I realized that I was well and truly caught up in these cuffs. My heart raced with excitement and my pussy practically pulsed with desire and anticipation, but I also felt this odd sense of serenity wash over me. Like finally something was clicking into place, the empty, craving space filled.
