Page 126 of I Am Sin

So I do exactly that.

I lie down on my bed, and I grab two of the oak rungs.

He ties my wrists to the rungs tightly. He doesn’t ask if it’s too tight. He simply does it.

I don’t complain.

He’ll untie me if I ask him to. He hasn’t said this, but I already know he will. Because despite what he thinks of himself, he’s not evil. Evil men don’t give prostitutes money to keep them out of trouble with their pimps.

Evil men don’t worry so much about relapsing into the darkness of addiction.

He may not be a nice man, but he’s far from evil.

I can tell he’s done this before, because the knots he ties show skill. I’m not actually attached to the headboard. He tied the scarf around my wrist, securing it, and then secured the rest of the scarf to the rung.

I wasn’t expecting that. I figured he’d simply tie my wrists straight to the rung.

“Grasp the silk,” he says.

With my fists, I’m able to grasp the length of silk between my wrists and what’s tied to the headboard.

“Stay like that,” he commands. “Don’t move your hands.”

“Are you going to blindfold me?” I ask.

“Not this time. I want you to watch everything I do to you, Diana. Watch it. See what I’m truly like.”

I suck in a breath at his words. My heart’s beating fast like a hummingbird’s, and the pulsing between my legs has become nearly unbearable.

My pussy is soaking wet, and I desperately need him. I need his big cock inside me. But I’ll be patient. I’ll see what he has in mind. And I’ll watch every second of it.

“I’ll watch you,” I tell him. “I’ll watch everything you do to me. And you know what, Dragon? I’m still not going to think you’re horrible.”

“You may rethink that.” His hand comes down on the top of my breast with a loud slap.

I gasp, my eyes wide.

“I’m not who you think I am, Diana.”

“You think that scares me? You already told me what you were going to do. You haven’t scared me away, Dragon. You haven’t scared me away, and you’re not going to.”

“Don’t bet on it.”

He’s still wearing his jeans, and the bulge in his crotch is unmistakable. Whatever he’s about to do to me, it’s got him turned on as all hell.

He slaps my other breast, and then he takes both nipples between his fingers and pinches me. Hard.

God, it hurts, but it’s a good hurt. It makes my nerves tingle all the way down into my pussy, culminating in my clit.

“That hurt?” he asks.

“What do you want me to tell you? That it hurts? Yeah, it hurts.” I allow a grin to crack through my face. “And you know what? I fucking like it, Dragon. I like what you do to me. I like that you make me say ‘fuck’ more than I’ve ever said it in my life. I like that you’re not like every other lover I’ve ever had. You know what? They’re boring. Why do you think I’m still single?”

His eyes widen at that one.

Uh-oh. Shouldn’t mention that. Does he think I’m looking for a husband? Because Dragon Locke may be a lot of things—and I may be feeling things I shouldn’t be feeling—but he’s definitely not husband material.

He chuckles. “So I’m not boring.”

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