Page 57 of Death Deals

“There’ll be no more talking. When I ask you a question, you may reply, but only then.”

He was joking, right? Had to be. Sure, restraining me sounded fun, but ordering me around?

I opened my mouth, but he used the handkerchief to stretch my arm up, the muscles pulling, and I gasped instead. Working quickly, he tied my wrist to the pole, forcing me onto my tiptoes.

Then, he met my gaze. “I said no talking unless spoken to.” His eyebrow rose. “Or I’ll make sure that pretty mouth of yours stays occupied.”

Instantly, the image of his cock driving deep into my mouth over and over, had me clamping my lips shut.

He smirked as if he knew exactly what I had imagined. “Good.”

Reaching into his jacket again, he pulled out another red strip of fabric and wrapped it tight around my other wrist. Like before, he tied it to the pole.

The urge to push back was overwhelming, but my hunger for him was even stronger. I’d been shoving him away and fighting the blood link for so long, I wasn’t sure if I was capable of fully giving in. Trusting him completely… Surrendering…

I didn’t think I could do it.

He was kissing me in the next second, his passion just as intense as on the dance floor. One hand gripped my backside, while the other cupped the side of my face, and I was drowning in the intoxicating feel and taste of him, all other thoughts clouding over.

When he pulled away, his thumb came up and pressed against my bottom lip. Such a simple gesture, but it had me panting for more.

“Stop resisting me,” he said. “Only then will I give you what you want.”

His hand slid behind my neck, where it captured the tie of my gown and pulled the knot free. The dress’s front fell, exposing my bare breasts and stomach, before bunching at my hips.

Taking a step back, his eyes drank me in, as if he’d been waiting for this moment for a long time. My skin prickled with heat everywhere his hooded gaze touched, and when his tongue flicked over his fangs, I squirmed. The pole above me squealed with my movement.

A slow, pleased smile lifted the corner of Andre’s mouth. “You’re breath-taking,” he whispered and closed the space between us.

In one swift motion, he tugged the gown past my hips, letting it fall by my feet. All that was left was one of the black lace thongs I’d picked from the scary topmost drawer. The low rumble in his throat told me he approved of the choice.

Leaning forward, he pressed his forehead against mine, forcing me to close my eyes. I felt a finger dip past the thin fabric of the panties and run along the edge. So close to where I wanted him to touch me but not close enough.

A whimper escaped without my permission.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” he instructed as he continued to tease the elastic and my skin.

What did he expect? Me to beg or something? Not a chance.

When his fingers swung lower, brushing against the most sensitive part of me, my body grew rigid, ready, but he withdrew just as quickly.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” he repeated a little more forcefully. “I need to hear it with my own ears.”

He knew what I was hoping for. Why did I need to say it?

A curse rose up my throat.

“Say it, Jade.”

The use of my first name shocked me. All during our week together, I’d been Blackwell or Madame or the all fake Beloved. He’d never once called me Jade.

I drew in a deep breath. If I wanted this to happen—and boy, did I—then I was going to have to submit.

“Touch me.” My voice shook; I couldn’t help it.

“Is that all?”

Oh no, was he really going to make me go there?

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