“Tighter.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” she argued.
“Oh, princess, I sliced my thigh with a vampire bone dagger today. You can’t hurt me that easily.”
“What if I think you’re ugly?” she countered and even though he didn’t want them to, the words stung.
“My princess has proven a point,” he admitted. “Now tighten the cuff, sweetness.”
She did, though rather hesitantly, then stretched to fetch the other, her chest hovering tantalisingly out of reach. His body tingled and his stomach suddenly felt as if a thousand butterflieshad awoken within it. With both his wrists secured, she sat back, looking at her work rather sceptically.
“Tell me about the other women.”
“Youwantme to talk about all the nasty things other women have done to me?”
“That’s what I said, isn’t it?”
“For what purpose?”
“Inspiration.”
“Princess,” he softly purred suddenly wishing he wasn’t tied up and he could reach for her face. “I don’t want you to copy them. I want you to do this your way.”
“Well then you’ll just have me sit on top of you like a clueless idiot.” Her brows narrowed and her tone grew frustrated.
“Perfect.”
She continued drawing circles on his chest, her expression softening with each one. The act soothed him as much as it did her. It had been a while since he’d been with anyone and he loved where this was going with her. Not only with the cuffs, but he’d enjoyed simply spoiling her on the couch with Vince and Mateo. She deserved the best and apparently some goddess had decided that their princess neededthreemen to satisfy her.
Her fingers moved south, trailing over his sternum and she scooted back to give herself more room to play. Ezra’s heart soared when Scarlett slid right over his rail-hard cock. The friction eased some of the painful pressure. She bit her lip again, searching his face for something. Instruction maybe? But he didn’t want to influence her. This was something she should figure out on her own. She would want to please him, so anything he’d say could manipulate her decisions.
He could see the wheels turn in her head as she tried to make up her mind. When Scarlett scooted back even more, he couldn’t help twist his face up in pain. The friction may have donewonders for his cock, but it only ripped open the cuts on his still-healing thigh.
Scarlett hastened to tug his sweats down when she felt the blood seep through the fabric. She was also quick to realise that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath, her lips forming a perfect “o”. She paused briefly, but decided the pants needed to go. Ezra barely swallowed the moan at the loss of his restraints. His cock jumped out the second he was freed and the blush on her cheeks wonderfully complimented her lust-blown eyes.
But Scarlett continued to remove his pants until the cuts on his thigh were revealed, visibly struggling to conceal her emotions. He’d never felt ashamed of his self-inflicted wounds, yet here he was feeling as if he had done something wrong. Maybe he had, but that was a new sensation for him.
His sweats cleared his feet, and Scarlett discarded the fabric, distracted with the spiderweb tattoo covering his right knee. Her fingers tickled as she traced the lines before her eyes fell back on the cuts above it. She stared at them for a moment and then slid off the bed and silently left the room. He could only stare after her, his brain trying to catch up.
She’d left him.
She had seen his wounds and chosen to walk out on him.
Fuck!
“Scarlett,” he growled, tugging on his restraints, but she’d listened so well that they didn’t budge. “Scarlett!”
Fucking shit!
Panic started to settle in like he’d never felt before.
She’d left him. She’d promised to accept him and now she was gone.
“Scarlett!” This time his voice grew raw, the sound more like a plea than a summons. “Please,” he whispered. “Come back.”
Tears streaked his cheeks as he pulled himself up to sit, the strain on his arms burning his muscles. It was hard to breathe, his chest refusing to expand.
“Scarlett, please,” he gasped, fighting for air.
