Page 59 of Untamed

And I don’t want it back.

“You’re trembling,” he says, his voice almost amused as his hands slide to the hem of my leggings. “Is that fear, Ember? Or something else? I watched that video you posted last night.”

My cheeks flame. Of course he did.

Honestly? I posted it, hoping he would.

A convenient setup, really…

“You whined about not having a real-life book boyfriend come and kidnap you.”

Maybe I shouldn’t have beenthatobvious.

My heart rate spikes.

Kidnap me?

When I hesitate, he explores my body with the palms of his hands, pausing at the curve of my hips. “My god, you’re gorgeous,” he whispers in my ear before taking my earlobe between his teeth. “Kakaya ty krasivaya, budto sochtili angely.”

I want to know what itmeans.

His hands release the gag. I gasp in a breath.

“Tell me you don’t want this as much as I do. Tell me exactly what you want. What you fantasize about. Tell me, or I’ll fill in the gaps on my own, and I don’t know if you want me to do that.”

“First, tell me what you just said,” I breathe out.

“You’re so beautiful, it’s as if angels created you.”

My mouth is dry. “This is… this is a good start,” I manage to eke out.

“Good.” He hooks his thumbs into my leggings, dragging them down just enough to leave me exposed to his touch. His fingers brush against the bare skin of my hip, and I arch involuntarily, desperate for more. Blindfolded, my other senses are heightened.

“Patience,” he chides, his grip tightening before his palm cups my ass. “I’ll give you what you want when I’m ready. Not before.”

I bite my lip to stifle the groan that rises in my throat. The combination of his dominance and the anticipation is maddening. I’ve never felt this out of control, this raw, this… alive.

He spins me suddenly, pressing me back against the wall. My bound hands press into the cool surface, the blindfold still firmly in place. His hands frame my face, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip.

"Say it," he demands, his voice dark and full of promise. “Tell me what you want.”

I hesitate, the words catching in my throat. His grip on my jaw tightens just slightly, his lips a breath away from mine.

"Say it, Ember," he repeats on a growl.

“I want you to… do things to me.” My cheeks flame at his low, dark chuckle. It feels like the most dangerous truth I’ve ever spoken.

“Not good enough. You post every day about your book fantasies?Ownthis, woman.”

Oh my god Ilovethat. My cheeks flush as I say it in a rush of words. “I want you to ruin me.”

His smirk deepens, his grip tightening but not cruel. “Better,” he whispers, his voice a dark promise. “But that’s not enough. Tell me how.”

I shiver under his intensity, my cheeksflaming.“I want you to take control.” I hold his gaze. “Make me forget everything but… you.”

"Good girl," he says again, his voice low and satisfied. Then his mouth crashes into mine, and I’m lost in the storm of him—his dominance, his obsession, his raw, unrelenting need, before the gag slides into place too soon.

I’m gasping, panting; my body’s onfire.

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