I opened my mouth to explain, then quickly thought better. While I wanted to know how he ripped cotton fabric—women’s underwear was well made—I wasn’t willing to admit my curiosity or any other weakness that could be used against me.
Unfortunately, it appeared I could not hide my inner thoughts. One quick scan of my face was all Preston needed.
“Your nose crinkles up when you’re confused.”
My acting skills, however…. “I think you’re misconstruing anger with confusion.”
“Do you really think that straight-laced, calm-voice bullshit is going to work on me?”
Why not? It worked on everyone else.
“Let me give you a tip.”
That made me snort.
“The little things willalwaysgive you away.” His tongue darted out to flick my nipple.
I cursed the gasp that came out in response. Especially when a victory smile tugged on the corner of Preston’s mouth. If it were possible to kill someone with a single look, my glare would’ve stopped his heart cold.
“Don’t worry, Little Bird.” Preston rolled his eyes over my bare breast and licked his lips. “I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”
“I don’t want to learn anything from you.” Unless it was how fast he’d bleed out after his jugular was sliced. All I had to do was get my hands on that knife. Sooner or later, he’d have to untie me, and when he did, I’d be ready.
A chuckle whispered past his lips as his gaze shifted to the blade, cooling my skin. “You want this, Little Bird?”
That was the dumbest question I’d ever heard.
“How many times have you thought about stabbing me?”
“Are you talking about the past ten seconds or from the day I met you?”
That was a valid question. I’d killed Preston Whitley about five hundred and fifty-three ways in my head. Right now, I was imagining what he’d look like choking on his own blood.
The way his mouth curled made me think he was pleased by my response.Let’s see how pleased he is when I’m on the other end of that knife.
All I had to do was bide my time until that moment. I learned a few things from my sister, including how to toy with men.
With an exaggerated sigh, I rolled my eyes, “Can we get this over with? I’m bored.”
Unfortunately, Trina never dated someone like him.
“Well, we can’t have that.” He snickered and lifted off my hips.
I thought this was my chance for a brief second until he forced a hand between my thighs. Then all I could think about was crossing my legs to keep him out. It didn’t matter how tightly I pressed them together. Preston still wedged his way in.
When his hand cupped my mound, I tried to focus on other things. The cool air wafting across my skin and the bite of the rope digging into my wrists. None of it worked. Instead of shivering uncomfortably, my body zeroed in on the warmth emanating from the man touching me.
I gritted my teeth and hissed, “This isn’t going to work.”
“We’ll see about that.” Preston slid a finger through my folds and pressed down on my clit.
The satisfied glimmer that sparked across his face was almost as gutwrenching as the moan that broke through my lips. It was as if the universe itself was working against me. Every swipe and swirl sent a zing of pleasure up my spine.
All I could do was clench my jaw and grumble, “I won’t give you what you want.”
He could play my body against me all he wanted. I refused to budge. I would not let the cloud of bliss fogging my mind win. If I had to bite my tongue off, then so be it.
“Yes, you will.” Preston pulled his hand away, allowing me to breathe a sigh of relief.
