Page 139 of Runaway Hearts: Seduced by Danger

He watches unblinkingly as I tie his wrist to the headboard, ensuring it’s secure yet comfortable. The white silk looks ethereal against his tanned skin.

The moment the fabric tightens, securing him to the headboard, it’s as if a switch flips inside him.

His demeanor shifts from playful to primal, and danger lurks behind his eyes. I revel in the power shift, and adrenaline electrifies my nerves.

My mouth waters.

He struggles against his bindings but stays still. I lean in close, my tongue wetting my lips as I bring my mouth to his ear. His breath catches.

“You don’t look so dangerous now, baby,” I whisper, delighting in the shiver that courses through him.

He could still probably kill me.

He lies beneath me, powerful yet restrained. The control I’ve taken fuels my confidence and ignites a fire. I kiss his sternum, tracing down his abs with my tongue as he tenses in pleasure.

“How does it feel?” I whisper against his skin.

A cavernous rumble erupts from his chest, and he closes his eyes. “Like heaven.”

“Good,” I murmur.

My nails dig into his skin, leaving faint trails of pink. He groans.

“Pick a safe word,” I command.

Oh, god… Ari would be proud.

His eyes shoot wide open, and the expression of pure arousal painted on his face makes me wary. “Eric,” he grunts.

I tilt my head. “You’re so arrogant.”

“That I am,” he breathes out, a smirk ghosting on his lips.

Eric’s name as a safe word sends wicked jolts through my veins.

I kiss his abdomen, relishing his gasps. I pause at his hips, enjoying the sight of him bound and under my control.

I squash the unwanted giggle bubbling in my chest.

Kai’s breathing grows ragged as I give him a wicked smile and dip lower. My tongue traces the path to his inner thigh, eliciting a guttural sound from deep within him. He trembles with anticipation.

“Marianne,” he breathes with desire.

My name echoes through the room, a reminder of my power. I press my lips to his inner thigh. Kai struggles against the bindings, but they hold firm. His submission is electrifying.

As I cup the underside of his dick with my tongue, he growls. A chuckle escapes me, and I let my teeth graze the head’s sensitive skin. Just a test. He gasps with a pained expression, and I wonder if I’ve gone too far, assuming he enjoys pain.

“Something you like?” I ask with confidence, but inside, I’m unsure.

“Yes!” He shudders, hips bucking toward my mouth. “Do it again.” His raw need only fuels my confidence.

I hold him there for a moment, giving small licks and kisses, savoring the tight control I have over a man so dangerous. Fucking delectable. My fingers brush along his thigh, teasing circles on his taut skin, but never quite touching where I know he craves it most.

I’m not a dom. I’m a freaking brat, teasing him like that.

He curses under his breath, eyes in a wild tempest as they lock with mine. “Marianne,” he grunts again, voice dripping with frustration.

I almost burst out laughing.

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