Page 37 of Bad Guys Need Love Too

Half a second. That was how long it took him to rip his T-shirt over his head and toss it across the room. The hot, hungry look she gave him wasgreatfor his ego.

He fuckinglovedthat look.

She swallowed hard. “Get on the bed.”

Holy shit. This is actually happening!

He laid down on the bed. His blood was pumping so hard he thought he might stroke out. He couldn’t remember a time in his life when he didn’t want this woman more than his next breath, and now, here she was, looking at him like he was somehow worthy of her.

It was…surreal.

She leaned over him. “Grab the headboard. Then hold still.”

He did as he was told, and she cuffed his hands to the headboard. His eyes hungrily tracked her every move as she grabbed the length of rope. “Spread your legs,” she whispered.

Again, he followed her order without question. He did have to talk her through how to tie good knots as she bound his legs to the bed frame. But he didn’t think of that as taking any of her control. He was just helping.

When she was done and he was spreadeagled on the bed, safely restrained, heart threatening to pound its way out of his chest while his cock was threatening to tear its way out of his pants, he hissed, “Get naked, Lark.”

She cocked her head to one side. “But you’re not in control here. I am.”

Now it was his turn to swallow hard. “Just a suggestion,” he rasped. “Totally up to you.”

The desperation in his voice would probably be hilarious if he wasn’t so hard it was painful. But as it stood, desperation was all he had going for him.

It was probably time for him to admit that after everything he’d been through in his life, everything he’d done, all the risks he’d taken,thiswas how he was going to die.

And, damn, he couldn’t think of a better way to go.

The wicked smile she gave him when she tossed aside her hoodie and yoga pants was nothing short of lethal. “Well, since it’s totally up to me…”

Ren was panting by the time she unclasped her bra and shimmied out of her panties. God, her body was a work of art. Poetry in motion. The lean muscles, the flawless, rose-tipped breasts that were just big enough to fill his palms, the sharp dip of her hips…he didn’t know much about art. Had never taken the time to study it. But he knew it when he saw it, andshewas art.

“Fuck,” he said on a groan. “You’re perfect.”

She eased her way toward him slowly—mercilessly, torturously—and straddled him. He lifted his hips, trying his best to grind his painfully hard cock against her pussy, begging any gods that might be listening to take pity on him and give him the strength to break the handcuffs. At this rate, he’d be damn lucky if he didn’t come in his pants like an overeager teenager.

Still nibbling on her bottom lip, she traced her index finger around his nipple piercing. “Is this…sensitive?”

“Baby,everythingis sensitive right now.”

“But I can do anything I want, right?”

“Yes.”

He meant it, too. She could do whatever she wanted. Andstillhe wasn’t prepared for her to lean down, take that barbell between her shiny white teeth and give it a sharp tug. But not eventhatwas as agonizing as the little pleased hum she let out when she did it.

He hissed. “You like torturing me, don’t you?”

The gleam in her eyes was downright evil, and he fuckinglovedit. “Maybe a little.”

“Look, I’m not telling you what to do. But if you don’t get up here and put that sweet cunt on my face, I might die,” he gritted out.

Her sharp intake of breath was music to his ears. Fuck, if his hands were free, he would’ve already grabbed her and pulled her down, and she’d be halfway to her first orgasm by now.

But as it stood, all he could do was wait while she inched her way up his chest until her hips were hovering above him. She wrapped her hands around the headboard for support. He tried to stay still, but couldn’t quite manage it. Straining against his bonds was inevitable. He might’ve even dislocated his shoulder, if the pain radiating down his arm was any indication. He didn’t care, though. Nothing mattered in that moment other than Lark slowly lowering herself down to his waiting mouth.

She flinched, then moaned at the first swipe of his tongue. “Fuck,” he said through gritted teeth. “You taste so good, baby.”

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