Page 80 of Snitches and Serpents

He glances down, noticing what I’m doing. With a wicked smile on his mouth, he draws the blade down my stomach and over my hip before tracing it along my thigh. My pulse thrums in my ears. Shifting the grip on the knife, he makes sure that the flat of the blade is against my skin. Then he gives my thigh a few firm taps, silently ordering me to stop pressing my legs together.

My head is spinning and fire licks through my veins. I draw in a shuddering breath and try to get my wits back, but it’s impossible when he’s so close. When he’s touching me like this. When he’s looking at me like this.

Suddenly, he leans abruptly forward until his lips are right in front of mine. And when he speaks, his voice is low and full of delicious threats.

“I swear to God, if I have to ask one more time?—”

Insanity flashes through my mind, and I grab the front of his shirt and yank his mouth down against mine.

He stiffens for a second.

Then he tosses the knife to the side and instead spears both hands through my hair as he kisses me back with such fury that I lose what little breath I had left. The blade clanks against the floor as it bounces away somewhere to my left, but I barely register it. I can hardly hear anything over the violent pounding in my ears as I slide my hands down Tristan’s toned body.

He moans into my mouth as my fingers slip underneath his t-shirt.

The sound of it makes my heart flutter.

While kissing him desperately, I push his shirt up his stomach. His skin is soft and warm underneath my palms. Such an incredible contrast against the hardness of his defined abs.

He breaks the kiss and pulls back while reaching for the shirt that is now bunched around his chest. I draw air back into my lungs and try to make my head stop spinning while he yanks his shirt over his head and then strips out of his remaining clothes as well.

But the sight of him completely naked just sends me reeling all over again.

God above, never before have I seen such absolute perfection. His lethal body, athletic without being too bulky, combined with the breathtaking masterpiece that his tattoos paint on his skin. I could stare at him for days and never get tired of it.

Then my gaze slips down to his cock, and heat flushes my cheeks.

The final piece of Tristan’s clothing hits the floor. I snap my gaze back up to his face right before he closes the distance between us once more. His hand slides up my throat, pinning my head to the door behind me as he claims my mouth again. I gasp at the possessiveness in his touch. My clit throbs with need.

I drag my fingers over his abs. He moans into my mouth. It sends a pulse through my spine, and I slip my hand down to his cock. Closing my fingers around his hard length, I slide my hand up and down it.

A whimper escapes his lips.

I grin against his mouth.

He breaks the kiss and shoots me a look full of threats and wicked promises, but it does nothing to stop the smug smile on my lips. I can’t believe that he actually makes these kinds of desperate noises when I touch him.

With his hand still around my throat, he pulls me away from the door and instead backs me towards the bed. I jerk him off while we move, and each stroke makes pleasure flicker in his eyes. I drink in the sight of it.

Then we reach the bed, and he shoves me backwards. It’s so forceful that I lose my balance and topple down on the mattress with a thud.

Before I can recover, he climbs onto the bed and grabs my hips. With a few firm movements, he adjusts my body into the position he wants me and settles himself on his knees between my spread legs.

His eyes glint as he flashes me a wicked smile and grabs my ankle.

My heart slams against my ribs when he lifts my leg upwards.

The chain rattles metallically as it follows my ankle up. I have to adjust my hips as Tristan keeps moving my leg until it’s tilted at an angle up towards my shoulder. Then he stops. With his eyes still locked on mine, he grabs the chain and loops it around the bedpost. Once it’s in place, he gives it a few tugs. It doesn’t give.

Heat sears through my body.

I’m lying on my back with one leg up in the air and tilted back towards my shoulder, where it’s trapped in place by the chain. The position leaves my pussy completely exposed to Tristan, who is still kneeling right between my legs.

“Put your hands above your head and keep them there,” he orders, his voice cracking through the air like a whip.

My clit is throbbing so hard that I can barely concentrate, but I manage to raise my arms and place my hands against the mattress over my head.

Tristan leans forward over me and locks a hand around my throat before leveling a commanding stare on me. “If you touch me one more time without permission, I will fucking handcuff you in this position. Understood?”

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