Page 47 of Burn for Me

Her eyes darted to the rope and she made for the door, shoving me hard.

I wanted to laugh.

Oh my fiery one, there’s no escape. If I have to trace you across the island and fuck you in the heather, I will.

I caught her around the waist and tugged her toward the bed, throwing her down on the rumpled sheets.

‘Phoenix, let me go,’ she screeched as I straddled her, pushing her arms up over her head. Like a little hellion, she bucked and writhed, almost unseating me. I wrapped the end of the rope around her wrists, strapping them together, before attaching them to the metal railing of the headboard.

She stopped wriggling momentarily, blowing her hair out of her face.

‘So this is it? You’ve finally had enough and are just going to take what I won’t give you?’ Laura spat the words at me, but there was an unmistakable glint of excitement between her dark lashes.

Not until you beg.

I spelled out the words slowly against her throat, delight egging me on as she swallowed hard, her throat bobbing against my fingers.

‘I’ll never beg for you to touch me. I don’t want that from you.’

Sliding my fingers around her throat, I tipped her face up roughly and applied pressure as she glared at me.

Her pupils dilated, her lips parting.

She was fooling no one.

My breath heated against my mask.

She’s so fucking beautiful.

The soft curves of her chest as she panted between my thighs. Those big doe eyes narrowing at me. The light smattering of freckles across her nose.

Her pulse quickened beneath my fingers and I slid off of her, a laugh bubbling in my throat, trapped there as she tried to kick me.

I grabbed one flailing foot, attaching it to one end of the footboard. She kept struggling until the other foot was similarly detained by my rope, her legs spread wide across the bed.

Fucking delicious.

My rucksack sat neatly between the dresser and the wall, and I fished out a pair of scissors. There were far too many clothes between my girl and I.

Her chest rose as I laid the metallic edge of the scissors against her stomach, snipping through the hem of her shirt.

‘What are you doing?’ she whispered when I set my hands either side of the cut and tore the shirt from base to collar, the ripping noise echoing through the bedroom.

The need for there to be nothing between her and I flooded me, and I ripped her shorts off while she bucked against the bed.

‘Phoenix, stop.’

I paused, taking in her panicked eyes. My girl needed to feel. To give in.

Kneeling between her thighs, I pressed my knee against the crotch of her panties, satisfaction gripping me when she moaned.

Already soaked. My dirty fiery thing.

Grasping her hips in my hands, my fingers sinking deep into her soft flesh, I moved her against my knee. Her mouth made a delicious little O shape.

‘I’m not going to ask for it,’ she said, despite arching her hips when my hands stopped guiding her against me.

I grazed my fingers over her stomach, her breath hitching. Her face softened as her hips gyrated faster, her panties in disarray.

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