Page 58 of Untamed

My mind races with possibilities. We’ve talked about my videos, what gets me excited, and what he plans on doing, but…

His voice brushes against my ear, low and rough, igniting a spark that races down my spine. "Being a little scared, temporarily, is part of the whole appeal, isn’t it? If you're going to fantasize about being blindfolded and kidnapped, Ember, you'd better be ready for the real thing."

My breath catches. I can’t see him, but I can feel him—his presence looming, dominant, and inescapable. Silk ties firmly at the back of my head, leaving me blind but hyperaware of every sound, every shift in the air.

"Rodion," I whisper, my voice trembling with a mix of excitement and apprehension.

He doesn’t answer. Instead, I hear the faint rustle of fabric and the click of the door locking behind him. His footsteps are slow, deliberate, circling me like a predator sizing up his prey. My pulse pounds, a drumbeat of anticipation thrumming in my ears.

"You talk a lot about wanting someone who takes control," he murmurs, his voice moving closer. I feel his fingers trace the edge of my workout bra, a light, teasing touch that makes me shiver. "But talk is cheap, little queen. Let’s see how much you really like it."

My mouth goes dry as his hands slide to my wrists, his grip firm but not harsh. He pulls my arms behind my back, and I hear a soft snap—what the hell? His laugh is low, dark, and wicked as he secures my wrists together.

"You make it too easy," he says, the heat of his breath brushing against my ear. "I thought you'd put up more of a fight."

"You didn't give me a chance," I manage to say, though my voice betrays me with its breathlessness. Heat floods me, and Imentally addtaken by surprise and blindfoldedto the super-hot list.

"You wouldn’t win," he murmurs, his voice like velvet-wrapped steel. His hands trace a deliberate path down my sides, igniting a searing trail that makes my breath hitch. When his fingers settle firmly on my hips, he pulls me back, and I collide with the unyielding heat of his chest.

My thoughts dissolve, splintering into nothing but the aching anticipation of where his touch will land next.

“Now,” he whispers, his voice laced with command, “you’re going to stand here and take everything I give you.”

Oh my god, what is he going to give me?

I can’t help the soft whimper that escapes my throat. He hears it, of course. He leans in, his lips brushing against my neck, and I swear I feel his smirk against my skin.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, and I’m undone.

He’s right.

I lovegood girl.

Yes.

I stifle a giggle when I remember some fan art stickers an author sent me—black and white with handcuffed wrists, the wordsGood Girls Love Dark Romanceacross the bottom.

“Something funny, little queen?”

I shake my head and go to talk when he slides something across my lips and ties it securely.

“Go ahead, baby. Scream. Let me hear you.”

I let out a little scream, but it’s tentative and muffled.

“Do better.” His palm slams across my ass, and I let out a louder scream on instinct.

“Better.”

My heart races.

I’m leaning into this, yes, but… but do I trust him completely?

What happens if this isn’t just a game to him?

I—

His hands roam, exploring every curve, every inch of me that he’s claimed in his mind long before this moment. The contrast between his rough palms and the smooth fabric of my bra and panties is intoxicating. Every touch is a reminder that I’m not in control—that I’ve willingly given it to him.

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