Page 67 of Siren's Salvation

Fuck, I hate how this is going.

The idea of walking away from Siren, of never feeling her skin against mine again, it's like a physical ache in my chest.

I'm not ready to let her go.

Not ready to give up what we've barely started.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I'm on my feet, striding across the clubhouse toward her.

She sees me coming, one eyebrow arching in that way that drives me wild.

"Siren," I growl, low enough that only she can hear. "My room. Eleven tonight."

She laughs, the sound both musical and mocking. "In your dreams, Shiver."

I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear. "If you want my cock one more time, you'd better be there. Or else."

Her breath catches, and I feel a tremor run through her body.

But when she pulls back, her eyes are challenging.

"Or else what?" she purrs, her voice dripping with false innocence.

I grab her hip, pulling her against me. "Or else I'll hunt you down and take what I want anyway. And trust me, darlin', you don't want to miss out on what I have planned."

She pushes me away, but not before I catch the flush spreading across her cheeks.

"We'll see," she says, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she turns away.

As I watch her go, desire and frustration war inside me.

One way or another, I'm having her again before I leave.

Even if it kills me.

Finally, the time creeps by, and it's one minute til eleven on the dot.

I'm pacing my room like a caged tiger, my cock aching for the feel of her.

I've got everything I need laid out on the bed: a ball gag, a spreader bar, and a pair of silk restraints.

My dick twitches at the thought of her body, helpless and at my mercy.

At five past there's a soft knock on the door.

I don't bother to hide my relief as I open it.

Siren stands there, wearing a short, tight black dress that clings to every curve of her body.

Her dark eyes meet mine defiantly, but I can see the lust simmering in their depths.

"I see you decided to join me," I say, stepping back to let her in.

She saunters in, her hips swinging with exaggerated movements. "Well, after bein’ told you’d hunt me down, you didn’t leave me much of a choice, did ya?"

I slam the door behind her, locking it with a decisive click before grabbing her wrists. "Strip."

Her eyes widen, but she doesn't protest as she lifts her arms.

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