Page 71 of Untamed

“You’ve been so good,” he says, dragging a finger down the length of my body. “But I want to hear you beg properly.”

“I am begging,” I whisper, my voice shaking.

“Not enough,” he says, leaning down until his mouth hovers just over mine. “Say it, Ember. Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I breathe out, the words tumbling out before I can stop them.

But I like how it makes me feel.

Obsessive, possessive, jealous boyfriend?

Yup.

I watch as he slowly takes off his clothes. I’m mesmerized at the sight of the hard planes of muscles and ink, his sturdy thighs. He leans over me, kissing my cheek, grinding his hot, thick erection against my legs. Reaching to the side, he tears open a condom and slides it on.

I want him in me.

I moan and swallow as his hands go to my hips, gripping them hard enough to leave marks as he positions himself between my legs.

“Tell me you want this.” His whole body trembles with the effort of holding himself back. Seeing his self-control breaks something in me, tearing down a wall I didn’t know I’d constructed. My body arches into him, as I whisper a shuddering plea. “Yes. Rodion.Please.”

“That’s it, baby,” he whispers against my mouth. I’m holding my breath when he thrusts into me in one long, devastating motion.

I cry out, the sensation overwhelming as he fills me completely, his body pressing me into the mattress. The ropes hold me still, making every movement his to control, every inch of pleasure his to give.

“Mine,” he growls, setting a brutal, relentless rhythm that steals my breath. “Say it again.”

“Yours.” I moan, my head falling back as the pleasure coils tighter, hotter, threatening to snap.

“Louder,” he demands, one hand slipping to my throat, holding me in place as he drives into me. It’s all I need. The pressure of his hand at my throat, knowing he could hurt me but isn’t… the latent threat excites and unnerves me. At the feel of his hands on my throat, Ishatter.

“Yours!” I scream as I break apart beneath him, the pleasure blinding and all-consuming.

He doesn’t stop, chasing his own release as he growls my name like a prayer, his grip on my hips tightening. When he finally follows me with a groan of pure pleasure, his body shudders against mine, and he collapses onto me. I sigh, still shivering in the aftershocks of absolute ecstasy.

For a long moment, the only sound in the cabin is our ragged breathing, the ropes still holding me in place as he brushes a hand over my cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle.

“Little queen,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my temple. “Ember. You’reperfect.”

And as my body melts into his, spent and sated, I realize that in his arms, I don’t just feel claimed—I feel safe.

This is nothing like my book fantasies and book boyfriends. Being with Rodion is so,somuch better than anything I ever imagined.

Chapter 16

RODION

The fire cracklesin the corner of the cabin, casting the room in a warm, flickering glow. I sit on the edge of the bed, my fingers tracing the rough rope that held her hours ago. It lies in a coiled heap now, harmless, but the memory of how her body strained against it—how she begged—lingers in my mind, stirring something deep and raw inside me.

She stirs beside me, her breath catching as she shifts against the mattress. Her hair’s a wild tangle, sticking to her flushed cheeks, and when she shifts again, I see it—the faint red marks on her wrists and my handprint painting her ass.

Maybe I pushed too far. Maybe the line between fantasy and reality blurred too much.

She wakes with a small gasp, her green eyes fluttering open to meet mine. For a second, she looks disoriented, like she’s not sure where she is, but then a small smile curves her lips. “Water,” she murmurs, her voice hoarse.

Oh fuck.I worked her harder than I thought. Got a little carried away.

I reach for the glass on the nightstand, but before I hand it to her, I gently grab her wrist with my hand. My fingers move carefully, massaging the faint lines the rope left behind.

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