Page 108 of The Penalty

“How much longer do I have to keep saying this?”

“Until I say otherwise.” His heated gaze tore through me. “Do you want me to push your limits?”

“Green.”

“Good,” he whispered, kissing me softly. “Don’t move.”

A few thoughts ran through my mind while he went off to do whatever it was he was doing. The most obvious being someone could show up at any time. Not sure how it would play out in the media if England’s number one was caught fucking a girl tied to a soccer goal.

I mean, it turned me on but…

Crawl to me.

What we’d done last night at the chateau sizzled through my veins. His visceral reaction to seeing me crawl across the room burned itself onto the deepest, darkest parts of my soul. I’d do it again in a heartbeat if he wanted.

“I told you not to move.” Xavier’s warning tone made me jump.

“I...oh.” Dammit. My arms were down. “Sorry.”

“You will be.” He lifted a torn piece of netting. “Arms up.”

I did as he ordered, keeping my eyes locked on his. The intensity of his stare complimented the silky darkness in his tone.

“Put your hands through here and then hold onto the post again.”

I tucked my hands into the mesh squares and clenched my thighs together when I felt the first bite of material wrap tight around my wrists. Then I reached up and grabbed the post. Xavier grinned, binding my wrists together with the netting and securing them to the goal.

“Beautiful.” He caressed my cheek. “Are you comfortable? Does anything hurt too much?”

He’d tied me up pretty tight but I liked how the mesh dug into my skin.

“I’m comfortable.”

“You say that now.” Dipping his head, he pressed his mouth to the base of my throat. My normal reflex is to sink my hands in his hair. I gasped from the inability to move and the sharp sting of the netting. His kisses branded a path from my neck to my mouth. “Still comfortable?”

Our lips hovered close. Dangerously close.

“Yes.”

“I love seeing you like this.” His eyes hooded. “Only you. And here’s how I’ll prove it.”

My muscles pulled taut when his fingers skimmed along my arms, down my sides to my hips, and back up. He did it again. And again. The feather-light touches scattered goosebumps on my skin. Getting tickled wasn’t one of my favorite things but every graze of his hands went straight to my clit.

“I’ve fantasized about doing this since you described your university experience.” Xavier’s warm breath caressed my lips. “I thought tying you to the goal would be more fun than kneeling on a floor.”

Another long, slow caress traced the length of my body from the swell of my breasts to the top of my thigh. A sound between a gasp and a yelp clawed its way out of my throat when he pulled down my dress and brushed his thumbs over my nipples, teasing them into hard peaks.

“You are so soft,” he whispered, cupping my breasts and tracing their curves. “Tell me, dirty princess, am I making you wet?”

Not breaking eye contact, I nodded.

The damp warmth of his breath tickled my ear when he said, “I know you are, love. Your scent is intoxicating.”

Desire pulsed through my veins. The urge to touch him overpowered me. He stood so close, yet I was powerless to reach for him.

Slanting his head, he licked his lips and smiled. “Do you want something?” The teasing and seductive edge to his voice slid over my skin, along with his hands. Those hands that don’t miss.

Velvet caresses outlined my jaw, neck, collarbone, and stomach. When I thought he was finished, he started again, stimulating different areas of my body.

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