I shrugged. “A girl needs to get off.”
His hand tightened around my neck, but not hard enough to constrict my breathing. “Don’t fucking test me, Gigi,” he snarled.
“Or what?” I taunted seductively.
He leaned in, his lips capturing mine, sucking my lower lip before biting it, drawing a tiny drop of blood. I didn’t even flinch. His satisfied smile revealed his pride in my response.
“Stop fucking around and show me who’s queen.” He trailed soft kisses down my neck to my chin. With a playful bite on my chin, he teased, “Are you ready to dance with the devil?”
A mischievous grin spread across my face, and something dark stirred inside me. It was like my soul was screaming to join him in purgatory. Nico had always been the one in control, but not tonight. Tonight, I was in charge.
“Release me,” I commanded.
Nico raised an eyebrow, his intense gaze on mine. He stepped back and grinned.
I squeezed my legs together. Nico’s gaze followed my movement, his eyes dark and captivating. His nostrils flared, lust swirling in his blue orbs, and he took a step toward me.
I held my hand up to stop him. “I didn’t tell you to move.”
His grin was still in place.
I savored the moment, letting the tension build. “Go to the bedroom and remove your clothes,” I instructed.
“Your wish is my command.” He winked, brushing against my arm as he walked past me.
I reached into my purse and pulled out the handcuffs that I had taken from Nico’s bedroom. I wasn’t sure what the night would bring, but it was never a bad idea to be prepared for anything.
Entering the bedroom, my eyes bugged out at seeing a very naked Nico in the middle of the bed without a care in the world. His hands were clasped behind his head, and he had one leg crossed over his ankle. It had to be illegal for him to look that sexy—the tattoos all over his body, his strong thighs, and how his muscles moved when he breathed.
Too bad I was about to win this round.
Check mate.
NICO
Fuck me, she was a vision with her long hair cascading over her shoulders and that mischievous smile playing on her lips as she approached me. In her hands, she held a pair of handcuffs. Handcuffs from my room.
“Do you surrender to me?” Gigi’s voice was husky and sexy as hell.
My heart raced as I nodded eagerly, my body tense with excitement. I willingly surrendered myself to her desires, trusting her entirely. She needed this. And fuck, would I do anything for her.
Gigi guided my wrists toward the headboard, her touch sending shivers down my spine. She secured the handcuffs, locking my wrists in place. I was now at her mercy, unable to resist whatever she had in store.
My eyebrows furrowed when she walked back out of the room and returned with her cell phone. She typed on her phone, and “I See Red” flowed from the speaker.
She stood in front of me and dragged her hands into her hair and shimmied down, then turned around with her ass in my view. With each sensuous twist and turn, she drew me deeper into her web of desire. As the music intensified, so did her dance, becoming more provocative with every beat.
I pulled on the cuffs, ready to break free to worship her body. But I couldn’t. Not yet. This was her show.
She slowly unzipped her dress—the dress I desperately wanted to remove myself.Next time, the beast inside me promised.
When her dress finally fell to the floor, she was completely bare for me. My gaze traveled to the scars on her back from her being whipped. It woke up the beast, and I started to pull on the cuffs.
“Remove the cuffs, Gigi,” I demanded.
She looked over her shoulder at me with concern in her eyes.
Fuck. I was scaring her.
