Page 18 of Trapped In Wonderland

Yes!

It answers to his summons. My body surrenders to him as it seeks more of the calloused feel of his fingers over my skin. But a small part of my brain that hasn’t been entirely taken over by Raul’s preternatural hold cautions me to take a step to protect myself.

“Is that why you came all the way out here, Raul? To take revenge on Mistress Kat for making you hot for her?”

Raul turns me around to face him. “Maybe, or I might be curious about Kitty.”

“Kitty?” I blink, maybe a bit disappointed. “Mistress Kat is just a character I assumed to get us out of trouble. And Kitty… I’m not sure who Kitty is. Maybe just a costume for a night.”

Stepping closer to me, Raul reaches around to the back of my head and takes off my mask.

“Or maybe I’m looking for the woman who’s freed me from nightmares that have haunted me for years.” He looks into my eyes. “Kate.” My heart skips a beat when he says my name. “I dream of you at night now. And it’s a whole different kind of torture.”

I swallow at his admission. “Tell me.”

“I’m more of a show you than tell you type of person,” he says with a half-smile.

“Then show me.”

The man doesn’t need more of an invitation. He pulls me against him and captures my lips with his. His fingers grab a fistful of my hair and tilt my face so he can bury his tongue into my mouth. Heat sears through me and I feel almost helpless without having the use of my hands to steady myself from the onslaught of pure lust and joy running through my veins.

Then, without warning, he breaks our kiss, scoops me up, and tosses me over his shoulder. I yelp in protest.

He slaps a firm hand over my ass as he heads into the bedroom and warns, “I’m gonna give as good as you gave, woman.”

“I’m shaking to my core, Toro,” I taunt, even as my voice trembles with excitement.

But the man calls my bluff and runs his fingers along the seam of my bikini bottom and slips under to caress my mound, making me squirm at the intimate touch.

“You’re already soaked for me,Amante. You won’t last long.”

One second I’m upside down over his shoulder, and the next I’m on my back across the bed. With one quick move, Raul undoes the cuffs and attaches a wrist to an iron rod at the headboard. He produces another set of lined handcuffs and hooks my other wrist on the opposite site at the foot rail, spreading my arms wide and rendering them immobile. Then he eyes my string bikini.

He unties my bikini top and pauses to admire my breasts.

“Hermosas tetas,” he compliments with a wicked smirk.

I laugh. I’ll take “gorgeous tits”anytime.

Raul continues to use my top to secure one of my leg.

I give it to him. “Creative,” I note.

He just grins at me as he does the same with my string bikini bottom to use on my other ankle, leaving me naked and strung in an X across the length of the bed like he was on the St. Andrew’s cross on that fateful night in the dungeon of Club Wonderland.

“Are you gonna make a good girl out of me, Raul?” I challenge.

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Raul

¡Que belleza!

What a beauty! If anyone is made for the male gaze, it’s Kate Bishop. And if admiring the lines of her toned arms, the proud lift of her tits, the firmness of her abs, the definition of her thighs makes me superficial, then I guess I am. But then, those are just bonuses, because those emerald eyes of hers have been my downfall. Through them, I see her intelligence when I first met her. I felt her compassion in them as she coaxed me to submission. And right now, her need shines as clear as the morning dew sitting on the summer grass.

Looking down at her from between her spread legs, I strip down to my birthday suit. Neither of us can hide behind costumes, masks, or code names anymore.

“No crop or whip shall be used on you—I’ll never want to mar this gorgeous skin—but mark my words: You’ll beg me for mercy before I’m done.”

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