He smiled. “I’d like to see you try.”
She glared at him.
He stared back.
“What’s the matter, Evil? Didn’t you like what you saw?” she asked.
Evil watched her. Saw the slight twitch of her lips as she looked at him. Noelle was entertained. He’d stalked her enough to be able to read her.
Evil stepped towardher and crouched down. “Oh, trust me, I liked very much what I saw.”
She tilted her head to the side. “So why am I chained to a chair?”
“For your own safety.” He couldn’t risk his enemies getting a hold of her. Someone knew he cared for her, and that put her life in danger. Something he had promised would never happen, but it had. He had to make sure to put a stop to it.
“Evil, do you like me?” she asked.
“I will take care of you.”
“Good, because I can’t stop thinking about the time I saw you naked.”
Evilcouldn’t look away. Her gaze was on him. They had never talked about the time she walked into this very suite to find him bare-ass naked. At the time, she’d been polite and turned her back, and he could only imagine she had tried to not remember the size of his dick or how good he’d looked slick from the shower.
He knew he’d looked good.
Rather than be a gentleman and immediately go andchange. He’d moved in close behind her so that his lips were right against her ear, and he’d told her that he was sorry, that he’d go and change.
Of course, the sight of this temptress had made his dick hard. Just as it was now.
“Are you thinking aboutme?” she asked.
He put his hands on her knees and stroked the curves. “Are you thinking about me now?”
“Yes,” she said. No hesitation.
She took a deep breath, and Evil allowed himself the pleasure to look down at her body. Her nipples were hard,as they poked against the front of her shirt. She was also pressing her thighs together.
“Unchain me.”
He moved his hand between her legs and slowly slid up the inside of her thigh. He heard her gasp as he stared into her eyes.
This was a line he had promised himself he wouldn’t break yet, here he was, doing it.
“Please.”
Once he did this, there was no turning back.
Noelle opened her legs as wide as the chair would allow, which wasn’t much. He couldn’t unchain her, not just yet. The tips of his fingers brushed across the edge of her panties, and he felt how wet she was for him.
He groaned, unable to contain his pleasure.
“Evil.”
He had heard many different tones of his name used over the years. None of them had ever sounded quite so intoxicating as how Noelle said his name. It was perfect. Beautiful.
He stroked over the fabric of her panties, wanting nothing more than to slip beneath the edge of the lace, but he didn’t. There was only so much strength he had. Pulling his hand from between her thighs, he got to his feet and moved behind her. The chain was in fact a rope. He wouldn’t dream of putting anything on her that would hurt her.
He grabbed his knife out of his jacket pocket and slid it beneath the tight cords of the rope, breakingit off.