Page 39 of Tempted By Sin

I turn to face him. “You want me to strip?”

He nods.

“Now?”

“Now, little bird.” Ace places his hands on the duvet behind him and leans back, eyes locked on me. “Or do you need a hand?”

My cheeks flame at his suggestion. The last thing I want is for him to help me undress when it’s clear he wants a show. Although I’m fucking nervous in the presence of this man, I don’t want him to see how much he affects me. Not yet, at least.

“Okay,” I murmur and begin to unbutton my blouse. My fingers tremble over each button, and I just know I must look like a fool, but I soldier on.

By the time the fabric falls away, and I pop open the button on my trousers, the tips of my fingers tingle with warmth and my pulse thumps at the base of my throat. Ace’s eyes on me are intense as they watch my every movement. Part of me wants to put an end to this for fear of embarrassing myself, but the other part is desperate to know what happens next. Especially with the chest of wonders behind me.

“Slowly,” Ace groans as I slide the material of my pants down my thighs. He fists the sheets behind him in his hands as his gaze locks onto my lower half.

The fire in his eyes and pulsating of his jaw as he clenches ignites the burning of my core. Arousal pools between my thighs as I step out of my shoes and slide the pants off, going at a pace approved by Ace, judging by his obvious erection.

Oh, good lord.

What have I gotten myself into?

When I’m left standing in my black lace underwear and white blouse hanging from my shoulders, Ace stands and steps toward me, towering over my frame. My breath hitches in my throat when he slides the material off my shoulders.

“Kneel on the edge of the mattress with your back to me.”

A chill races down my spine at his words. When I meet his gaze, the blue in his irises are darker than usual and laced with an emotion I can’t read. I swallow hard at the sight of them.

Without saying a word, I step around him and kneel on the edge as he instructed. I rest my hands flat on my thighs and stare out the window opposite me as a way to distract myself from whatever Ace is doing behind me. I have no idea what to expect after seeing what he had hidden in the chest. But what I do know is my body is thrumming with nervous energy as I wait to find out.

A gasp slips past my lips when the hook of my bra snaps open, the material falling from my shoulders and onto my lap with ease.

“Put your hands behind your back,” Ace commands gruffly, his voice low.

Swallowing hard, I do as I’m told. My core is throbbing and in desperate need of attention or some goddamn relief because this is too much.

A slightly rough material closes around both of my wrists, strapped down by what sounds like Velcro. I try to pull them apart, but whatever is secured around them doesn’t allow much room for movement, forcing my shoulders back.

Ace’s fingers brush over the base of my neck before a similar material is wrapped around it, secured by a Velcro strap. My heart hammers in my chest as I put two and two together.

Holy shit. He has me bound.

He traces the curve of my spine, a low hum sounding from his throat. “So fucking beautiful, little bird. Every inch of you is screaming for me to touch it, mark it, claim it. You were fucking made for me.”

I gasp when his hand comes down on my right ass cheek, the sound echoing throughout the room. The stinging sensation quickly morphs into pleasure, and I bite back a moan.

Ace steps away and rummages through the chest, unaware of the fog swimming in my mind and the heat coursing through my veins.

“I’m going to go easy on you this time, little bird. But next time, I won’t be able to say the same thing.”

He appears behind me again, his chest brushing against my back and his erection pressing into my ass. My breath catches in my throat when his hand grazes over my hip, and up to my stomach. His fingers leave a trail of heat behind them, sizzling my skin.

I shiver under his touch.

“Your body reacts to my every touch,” he muses, his fingers dancing over my skin where they stop at the curve of my breast. “Almost as if you were fucking made for me.”

A sharp pain sparks from my nipple as something roughly pinches it. I gasp, my chest heaving as I look down to find the source of pain. My eyes widen at the metal clamp attached to a chain capturing my nipple between it. The pain of it squeezing me to the point I fear it’s going to do more damage than good quickly morphs into a whirlwind of pleasure I have never experienced before.

Heat pools between my thighs as another one clamps down over the other nipple, both of them now attached by a chain.

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