“What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.
I stared down into her glittering eyes as I bound her wrists to the bedpost, trapping her beneath me so that I could toy with her. I would drive her to the edge and keep her there until she begged and moaned my name.
“I love you,” I swore, gentling her with soft brushes of my lips over her forehead, her cheeks, her throat.
I nipped at her neck and dipped my hand down the front of her dress, finding her nipple hard beneath my palm. I tweaked it, and she gasped, arching toward me for more. Sealing her lips with mine, I began to tease her breasts in the way she liked best, coaxing her to surrender to the passion that we shared.
She jerked against her restraints and whimpered when she couldn’t hold me, couldn’t urge me to touch her the way she wanted. I was in control of this, and she would submit. Her body was mine to play with, mine to torment. She belonged to me in every way. After tonight, she’d never forget it.
Her hips rocked up into mine as she struggled to stimulate her clit against me. I pulled back just far enough to whisper against her lips.
“You want to come, angel?”
Her cheeks flushed, and she tipped her head back to welcome another kiss instead of answering me. I kept her locked in my hungry stare as I skimmed my palm up the outside of her thigh, shoving her dress over her hips. My thumb ghosted over her clit, barely touching her through her panties. A small cry left her chest, and she bucked toward my hand.
I dipped my fingers beneath her underwear, touching her with featherlight pressure. She squirmed and jerked against the tie that bound her at my mercy.
“Do you want to come?” I repeated in a low rumble, power starting to flood my mind, making me drunk on her.
“Yes,” she whined, squeezing her eyes shut as her cheeks turned a brighter shade of pink.
She would give me more before I finally allowed her release.
I eased one finger inside her, and my thumb came down on her clit. I teased around the tight bud in a slow circle as I eased in and out of her tight channel, never quite touching her the way she craved. My bedframe rattled with the force of her struggles, and her hips undulated in an attempt to attain her release.
“Tell me you love me,” I demanded, keeping her close to the edge.
Her eyes flew wide, and her lush lips popped open with shock, making me want to sink my aching cock into her mouth. I gritted my teeth and forced down my own lust. This was a battle of wills, and I was determined to earn her surrender.
“Max…” My name was somewhere between a gasp and a moan.
I withdrew my thumb from her clit and teased her g-spot, making sure not to stimulate her enough to trigger an orgasm.
“Max!” she protested on a whine.
It wasn’t the answer I’d demanded.
“Tell me you love me.” The command was roughened by a hungry growl.
I rubbed her g-spot, and her back arched as she cried out, “I love you!” Her eyes locked on mine, shining with the depth of her emotion. “I love you, Max.”
My thumb rubbed her clit, and I stroked her inside, forcing her over the edge. She shattered on a scream, writhing against her restraints as she mindlessly moved against my hand, greedy for more pleasure.
I’d give her more. I’d give her so much that she wept in ecstasy and begged me to relent. I wasn’t nearly finished with her.
My fingers curled into her lace panties, and I roughly tore them away. Her shocked cry still echoed around us when I lowered my mouth to her pussy, already wet from her first orgasm. I licked her swollen folds and flicked my tongue over her sensitive clit. She wriggled and tried to evade my mouth, her sex overstimulated from coming hard only seconds earlier. I grabbed her hips, sinking my fingers into her pert ass to hold her firmly in place, helpless to resist me.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I murmured, allowing the words to vibrate over her aching clit.
A broken moan slipped between her pursed lips, and her doe eyes were wide with shock oat my ferocious, merciless treatment. I was a man possessed, and I wouldn’t relent until she gave me everything, until she confessed the truth that we both knew deep in our souls.
She would never belong to that Russian bastard. I would find a way to fix everything for her. I would protect her and her friends.
“Trust me,” I urged, tasting her arousal and stroking her with my tongue.
“I do,” she whimpered. “I love you.”
Her promise only stoked the possessive heat in my chest. I eased two fingers into her tight channel. Her inner walls rippled around me, aftershocks of her first orgasm tormenting her. Relentless, I curled my fingertips over the sensitive spot that would force her to come undone.