Page 29 of Deadliest Throne

Taking my hand, he leads me through the room and over to the stairwell. Every step up to the top floor, I feel the tension between us grow thicker and thicker.

We don’t say a word as we get to the apartment. He opens the door for me, and I step inside. He follows me inside, closing the door behind him, and I spin around as I hear the lock click into place.

“You're going to do everything I tell you. Do you understand me?” he asks in a hushed dangerous voice.

I swallow hard, heart pounding in my chest and nod. “Yes.”

He leaves me standing in the middle of the apartment as he makes his way across the room. Opening the closet door, he steps inside and emerges a moment later with something in his hand. Rope. Is he going to tie me up? I mean, I’d be down with that.

Tossing it on the bed, he grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head. I lick my lips as I eye up his perfectly crafted chest. All the muscles and tattoos... it does it for me.

Squeezing my thighs together, I watch as he makes quick work of his pants next. Undoing his belt and zipper, he lowers his pants and boxers to the ground. His cock springs free, slapping against his belly. It’s hard, long, and so damn fucking big. Sometimes, I wonder how I even get that thing inside me.

He stands there in all his naked glory, looking like a fucking god. “Remember, Raven,” he tells me. “You do everything I tell you. You might think you're in charge, but you are not.”

I'm not sure what he means. How would I think I'm in control when he's the one tying me up?

I say nothing as he crawls onto the bed and lays down, head against the pillow. He looks at me with hard eyes.

“Take the top, Raven. Tie up my hands and feet. Make sure you get the knot really fucking good.”

Holy shit! My eyes widen in surprise. He's joking, right? There's no fucking way Lincoln, the leader of Black Venom Crew, is letting me tie him up. Does he have any idea how vulnerable of a situation that puts him in?

And now I want to cry because fucking hell, he trusts me enough to let me do this. This is better than any I love you he could ever say.

“Little Bird,” he growls. “Do as you're told.”

Swallowing hard, I make my way over to the bed and grab the rope. It’s in four smaller pieces. Like it was meant for this exact reason. Knowing these guys, I’m not surprised.

With shaking hands, I tie his ankles to the bed frame. When I’m satisfied that it’s tight enough, I head up to do his wrists.

“Are you sure?” I whisper, taking the hand he already has in place and wrapping the rope around it.

“I’m sure that I want you. I’m sure that I can’t go another day without filling you with my cock and marking you with my cum. I’m sure that I don’t trust myself not to lose control, even though I’d never truly hurt you, Raven. That baby inside you means more to me than my own life, but... I do trust you.”

I look away so he doesn’t see the tears that begin to fall. I love this man so damn much it hurts. It’s more than love. There are no words to describe what I feel for him or any of my men.

Once I get both hands tied, I stand by the bed, waiting for my next command. “Strip for me, Little Bird. Show me what's mine.” I am his. I’m all of theirs. For them to love, to pleasure, to control.

As they are mine.

Keeping my eyes locked on his hungry, powerful ones, I pull the sleeves of the dress down over my shoulders and let the dress fall to the ground, pooling at my feet.

I don’t have a bra on, so my breasts hang free and heavy, nipples so damn hard it’s nearly painful. I’m so aroused right now that when I pull my panties off and let them drop to the ground, you can see my arousal start to drip down my leg.

His chest heaves as he pulls at his restraints. “No teasing me, Little Bird. Get on the bed and get on my fucking face.”

Fucking hell. I tremble with excitement and need as I get on the bed and straddle his face. I hover over his mouth, hands on the headboard, and look down.

“You are going to fucking smother me, Little Bird. You're going to ride my face with that sweet cunt until you’re screaming my name and drowning me in your juices, do you understand me?” he growls.

“Yes.” I give him a shaky nod.

"Good girl," he praises, and I shiver. "And, Raven, no matter what I tell you, do not untie me until I've emptied myself inside you. Do you understand me?"

“Yes,” I answer.

He nods. “Now sit.”

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