Page 43 of Unbind

‘Who do you hate the most right now?’ he murmurs in my ear. ‘Me, or yourself? Because it feels to me like this greedy little cunt is betraying you pretty badly.’

‘Still you,’ I lie through gritted teeth, because I despise every inch of my flesh right now while also not giving a flying fuck. I don’t care about anything. I don’t care if I have to humiliate myself in front of Adam or say whatever he wants me to say or even beg, because I’ll beg if I have to. I widen my legs a little, just to make space for that big hand of his, and those long fingers. God knows they’ll need it.

He laughs. ‘Of course you do.’ And then he’s pulling his hand out and releasing my breast and gripping my shoulders and spinning me around and guiding me back to the wall.

I look up, bewildered and bereft and thoroughly pissed off.

And he stands there with his crisp shirt and enormouserection and magical eyes, staring at me, disheveled and aroused and bare-breasted.

He grins like we’ve been playing chess all this time and this is checkmate.

‘If you want me to touch that pretty little cunt of yours, Natalie, then you’ll need to show it to me first. I’m not getting you off under your skirt. No fucking way.’

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ADAM

It’s a beautiful thing to have Natalie Bennett’s outraged gaze be the result of denied orgasm and not, for once, the mere fact of your existence.

I’m enjoying this very much.

I eye my handiwork: her perfect little tits flushed from my hands, sweet little nipples hard as marble, princessy ponytail nicely mussed.

It’s a truly excellent start.

‘I think you want to take it off,’ I say cajolingly. ‘Your panties, too. I think you want to show me what you’ve been hiding under all that lovely tulle. I think you want to see for yourself just howcontrolledI can be when you’re standing naked and perfect in front of me. And I think you want my mouth on that delicious little clit of yours, too. Imagine how good I can make that ache feel.’

From the way she lets her eyelashes flutter downwards for a moment, I’d say she’s imagining, all right.

‘Do you spend all your time strong-arming people into doing things they don’t want to do?’ she asks. ‘Because it certainly feels like it.’ But she arches her hips off the walland reaches behind her. God, do I adore this sulky, huffy facade.

But her words have a sting to them, and that sting gives me pause, because she’s not wrong. I narrow my eyes, my glib flow of filth halted. ‘How the hell else do you think I got myself from a shit-hole prison to where I am today?’ I ask her. ‘Pretty much the only thing I know how to do is hustle. But if I’ve misjudged this and you don’t want to be here, be my guest.’ I jerk my head towards the door.

It feels like a standoff, with her arms frozen behind her and her eyes molten with… what? Rage? Disbelief? I’ve called her bluff and I’ve very possibly shot myself in the foot, too, by drawing her attention to the very reason she doesn’t want to do this with me. My dick throbs and my heart hammers behind its bars of bone.

Then her arms move behind her, and a zipper rasps.

‘I want this,’ she says, quietly but clearly, her eyes still fixed on me as she lets her skirt float to the floor in a soft black cloud of tulle.

The little beauty.

‘Glad to hear it,’ I grit out, taking a step towards her, my eyes going straight to her plain black cotton panties.

‘They’re not very—attractive,’ she says with a self-conscious little laugh that kills me.

I slide my hands over her hips, thumbs brushing the fabric at either side. ‘Every single thing about you is attractive,’ I tell her, and I sink to my knees in front of her. My mouth lands between her breast bone and her navel, and I kiss the velvety skin there as my hands explore, skimming over her hips and getting a good feel of her spectacular little bottom.

I squeeze it as I dip my head and run my nose over her fabric-covered pelvic bone, and I’m rewarded with a softsigh from her. She puts her hands on my shoulders and flexes her fingers while I waste no time in inhaling the sweet musk of her arousal. ‘Fuck, your cunt smells amazing,’ I growl against her, and her moan is music. ‘Take them off.’

She releases my shoulders and hooks her thumbs into the fabric. I’m getting far too much pleasure from having it be her, and not me, who reveals this part of her to me, but I’m also in too much of a rush. As soon as she bares her pussy, with its neat triangle of hair, I tug her panties the rest of the way down her gorgeous legs until they’re on top of the tulle.

‘Jesus Christ.’ I glance up for the full effect: Natalie staring down at me, her breath coming more quickly, her face flushed with arousal and anticipation and probably vulnerability and those lovely little tits of hers heaving. This beautiful woman hates me, yet she’s permitted me to get her naked, and the enormity of what I’ve persuaded her to do to hits me afresh.

Do you spend all your time strong-arming people into doing things they don’t want to do?

Let’s fucking prove to her once and for all that this is what she wants.

‘You are breathtaking,’ I tell her. ‘I knew you would be, but… Hold yourself open for me, sweetheart, and give me your leg. I need a taste.’

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