Page 33 of Riordan's Revenge

Damn him. Gritting my teeth, I regained my control, crouched on my spiked heels with my hands above my head. If he thought I was going to do what he expected, I’d make him think again.

I was inexperienced for sure, but he’d never make me docile.

With my gaze held on him, I opened my knees. He already had full sight of my breasts, but I wanted to test how far this went.

Riordan’s smirk dropped. As did his gaze, his focus landing straight between my legs. My core pulsed.

He swore and squeezed his dick.

I wondered how I appeared to him. Tied up, angry, my curls no doubt wild in the humid air, my body on display in my red lingerie. Could he see that I was wet?

Slowly, I rocked my hips.

He groaned and smacked his hand to the wall of the shower, his broad chest inflating with a heavy breath.

The hand gripping his dick worked faster. The movement nearly hypnotised me, but I didn’t give up my part in our strange and dirty stare-off. I rolled my body again, taking my action of trying to escape and turning it into a sultry show. I might never have been naked in front of a man but I’d seen the ladies at the club work the poles and perform stripteases.

Every move was slowed down. Purposeful.

Sex just minus the contact.

I was limited without the use of my hands, but I imagined Riordan being underneath me. Then acted out fucking him so he could almost feel it.

Under the shower spray, he slid his fist up and down in jerky motions. His gaze remained glued to the space between my thighs, and quickly, his actions concentrated on the end of his dick.

I moaned, the sound slipping from me. Electricity slid over my skin. I needed to be touched. To have him cross the room and kiss me again then use those clever fingers on me. Never in my life had I wanted anything more. And there wasn’t a single thing I could do about it.Infuriating.

Then he tipped back his head and stopped moving, his mouth open in a silent groan. In his hand, he came. Ropes of cum spilled against the glass, rinsed away by the water, more coming.

I whimpered at the sight. It felt like a gift to witness.

It felt like a waste.

My body cried out for him, but he turned his back and put his head down, washing away the evidence and not looking at me anymore, fuelling my annoyance once again.

He’d wanted me enough to come while staring at me. He’d tied me up so neither of us could take it further.

Mine for a moment then not. The whiplash hurt way more than it should.

Chapter 12

Riordan

Shame dogged my actions in finishing up in the shower. I rinsed down the wall then smacked the button to kill the water. Stepping out, I snagged a towel and wrapped it around my waist then took my fingers to the knot constraining Cassie.

Never in my life had I wanted to tie up a woman.

She was so fucking pretty like this.

The second the rope was loose, Cassie yanked it free then burst up to standing. She shoved me with both hands, barely rocking me, then passed me to peer into the mirror. “What did I tell ye about my hair and humidity?”

In quick, clearly annoyed actions, she snagged a bottle of hair product and sprayed her curls, glowering at my reflection in the mirror.

Vaguely, I recalled the time I’d busted her putting the tracker on my bike. I’d tugged her hood down to identify her, and she’djerked it right back up, saying something about her curls and the rain.

“You’re angry at that?”

“Get out, Riordan.”

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