Page 22 of Wicked and Ruthless

Her lashes fluttered up to reveal dilated blue eyes. Knowing he’d aroused her torqued up his desire another notch.

“You want me to explain how you should pleasure me?”

Oh, she was being her sassy self—and playing with fire. He skimmed his thumb close to her steely peak again. “Does it really feel like I need you to teach me?”

“N-no, but?—”

“No. I just want to hear you beg me for what I know you need.”

She frowned. “We’re exchanging pleasure; you’re not bending me to your will.”

He wasn’t budging until she lowered her walls and at least tried to be vulnerable. “Is that what you think? Since I’m not the one on the bottom, hungry for orgasm, I’m calling the shots. And I can do this all night, baby.” He rocked his rigid cock against her pussy, reveling in the way she burned him with her damp heat. “How about you?”

“Bastard.”

“Did you think I was a nice guy?” He dragged his knuckles over her distended nipples and delighted in her gasp.

“I didn’t think you’d torment me for fun.” She tried to sound angry, but her voice came out as somewhere between a groan and a plea.

“Give me what I want, and I’ll relieve that ache throbbing between your legs.”

She pressed her lips together mulishly. “I don’t beg any man for anything.”

“I’ll be the one to change your mind.” He climbed over her, reached into the nightstand drawer, then withdrew a pair of padded cuffs. Before she could even sputter, he had them attached to her wrists with the chain attaching them looped around the decorative slats of his headboard.

Her eyes widened. “What the hell?”

“Are you scared?” If she was, he’d let her go instantly.

“No.” She scoffed.

“Good. I would never hurt you.” He kissed his way up her throat and hovered over her pouting mouth. “But you sure do look pretty bound and at my mercy. Be a good girl, and I’ll reward you in ways you’ve never imagined.”

Nash punctuated his promise by exhaling hotly on one stiff nipple. He followed up by slowly dragging his tongue over the engorged tip.

Her breath caught. Her body stiffened. In the next heartbeat, her back arched. A whimper slipped from between her lips. “Nash…”

He did the same to her other nipple, then murmured against her skin. “Yeah, baby. Something you want to say?”

“I’ll get you back for this.”

“I look forward to it. But if you want more, you know what I need to hear.”

Haisley dragged in choppy breaths, her cheeks now red. The flush spread to her chest. Another moan escaped her throat as she tugged at the cuffs. Fuck, she looked stunning. And her needy sounds were some of the sweetest he’d ever heard.

But Haisley was a stubborn thing, biting her lip to hold in the surrender on the tip of her tongue.

“I’m waiting,” he whispered.

“Fuck you.”

“No, baby. I’m going to fuck you. And you’re going to both beg me and thank me for it.” He nipped at her first stiff peak again, then followed it with a teasing suck—a moment of relief before he pulled away again. “Unless you want me to stop?”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Are you sure?” he taunted. “I’ll uncuff you, help you get dressed, and send you on your way, wet and aching.”

“I own a vibrator.”

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