“I didn’t put it there as a fucking sex toy, Sebastian.”
“Maybe not, but I already know that a little gunplay gets you all kinds of horny.” Leaning forward, I brush my lips over the shell of her ear. “I haven’t forgotten a single second of our time together, Princess.”
“You really should,” she seethes, “or I’ll start to think you’ve got a bit of an obsession with me. I already think you’re fucked up, and it’s going to get worse.”
An obsession? I think it’s abundantly clear to both of us that I’m completely fucking addicted. Why else would I be collecting her underwear and breaking into her bedroom to watch her sleep in the middle of the night?
And as for fucked up… I’ve been that for a long time.
“It’s cute that you think I care what you think of me, Hellion. I couldn’t give a fuck. I know what I want, and I know what the endgame is going to be. I’m just enjoying the ride.”
“Oh yeah, care to enlighten me?”
Pulling back, I trail the gun down her neck and over her collarbone as I move toward her breasts.
An image pops into my head of her curled on the ground, her body shaking, tears streaked down her face as her father finds her. Broken, ruined. Fucking destroyed.
Yeah, that’s what I want. I want him to watch his world fall around his feet. I want to watch as he experiences just a taste of what he’s put my family through.
“You’re going to have to wait and find out, Hellion. What would be the fun in telling you, huh?” She growls once more, but it’s accompanied by a shiver as I run the tip of her gun around her nipple. “What I can tell you? It’s going to be a lot of fun… for me.”
She stares at me for a beat, thoughts flickering through her eyes, escape plans that we both know are going to fail. I’m the one in charge right now.
“Fuck you,” she spits.
“Do you know, that’s a really good fucking idea, Princess.”
She tilts her chin up in defiance, ripping her eyes from mine, staring across the room as if she doesn’t care.
Lies, total fucking lies. I can read her body better than she thinks I can, and she wants me more than she’d ever admit to right now.
Reaching for my waistband, I drag my belt free.
“Seb,” she warns. The slight quiver in her voice makes my wicked heart sing as I loop the leather around her wrists and then attach them to her metal headboard, tugging to ensure I’ve tied her tight enough.
“There. Now you’re totally at my mercy. What should I do with you?”
“I’m going to fucking kill you.” The rise and fall of her chest increases, her breaths coming out in short, sharp pants as her narrowed eyes hold mine.
“Oh yeah? Good luck with that without the use of your arms.”
Her hips thrash, but I’m too heavy for her to get anywhere.
“Careful or you’ll find your ankles bound, too. Then you really will be powerless. Is that what you want?”
“ARGH,” she screams, loud enough to sound out through the house, and I panic. I have no idea if anyone is here, but if they are I really don’t need them rushing in to rescue her.
Slamming my hand over her mouth, I cut off her cries.
“If you want someone to join the party, Hellion, you should have just said. I can call my brothers now. You know they’ll be up for it.”
“Fuck you,” she shouts against my palm.
Keeping it in place, I slide down her body, picking her gun back up and gliding it down the toned skin of her stomach until I can run it along the edge of her knickers.
“These will be perfect to add to my collection,” I muse before looking back up at her.
Placing her gun on the bedside table, I release her mouth to free up both my hands. She doesn’t say anything, but I’m not stupid. I know that’s not because I warned her against it.