“I’ll never stop fighting you.”
I gave the rope one last twist in between her arms and said, “You just did.”
The daggers in her eyes sharpened.
Marnie could hate me all she wanted. Eventually, she’d give in. She wouldn’t be able to help it, just like Nash couldn’t help but ask me for a drink. I was the cause of his years of torment, yet he still sought comfort from me. That was how things like this worked. Someone always caved, and it wasn’t the one without a conscience.
“Careful.” Marnie twisted, attempting to yank her hands out of my grip. “You’re close to making another mistake Preston Whitley.”
Fuck me. It was hot when she used my full name. I might make her call me Mr. Whitley from now on.
“The only mistake I made,” I dug my fingers into her fist to snatch my knife away. “Was letting you have this.”
Marnie snorted, “Let?”
I could’ve kissed the sneer she shot me.
Then again, why would I waste my efforts on that when there were so many other parts of her I had yet to explore? The tiny beads of sweat glistening on her skin called to me almost as much as the flushed hue tinting her fair complexion. I wanted to run my tongue over every inch of her body. Take my time to enjoy every quiver and wince of objection while I made her come.
First, I needed to secure her. So I could take my time.
“I hate you.”
“Good for you,” I muttered while dragging her up to the head of the bed. There I attached her bound arms to one of the metal loops on the frame.
Unless it was her pussy wrapped around my cock, I didn’t give a shit how she felt.
Marnie’s eyes grew as they darted to the hooks, loops, and binds attached to the frame. That was when things really started to sink in. Her muscles twitched while her voice softened into a whisper.
“This isn’t a bed, is it?”
Oh, it was a bed. Just not one necessarily meant for sleeping. “Don’t worry. We’ll play with those later.”
After she was broken in.
“You don’t have to do this.”
And there was the fear I’d been waiting for.
I moved my hand over her hip and up to the underside of her breast. “Don’t tell me you’re giving up this easy, Little Bird.”
She was so soft and smooth, and I enjoyed the nervous tremor quaking her stomach. My cock was aching to stretch her open. Would she scream? I was slightly disappointed that I had to tie her hands. I would’ve liked to feel her claws dig into my back, but we had plenty of time for that.
For the first time, I heard a fearful tremor vibrate her tone. “You’re sick.”
“So they tell me.”
If she wanted to see sick, I could’ve shown her what was in the trunk. See, I could be nice.
The loop clacked as she gave her hands a firm yank. “If you do this, I’ll never forgive you.”
“You mistake me for someone who cares.” The only thing I cared about was getting her clothes off.
It suddenly bothered me that there was fabric in my way. I wanted to sink my teeth into those full round breasts and hear her squeal while her blood touched my tongue. I could always start with the sweet spot between her thighs or knead my way down her chest while I buried my nose in her neck.
There were so many options that I didn’t know where to start.
Every inch was more tantalizing than the last. From the way Marnie’s legs clenched tightly shut to the slight tremor in her chest when she breathed. I couldn’t stop touching her. My hands moved over her soft skin, soaking up the warmth, but that wasn’t enough. I needed everything. Every last sweet note in her scent and spark of fear in her eyes were mine.
