Page 109 of Kiss the Villain

Too long, actually, because now, I’m panting, and my Taser’s been kicked under the bed.

What? I wanted to see him shake with electricity.

Didn’t happen. Instead, I’m down a jacket because he grabbed it, and I had to shrug it off to escape his grip.

But here I am, shoved against the bed, on my stomach. I lift myself onto my hands and knees, but he’s already behind me, kneeling, his legs trapping mine.

My muscles tense as he reaches into the drawer and pulls out the ropes.

Sex ropes. I googled them. It’s why they don’t bruise for long no matter how much I pull against them.

I know I told him to tie me, but the idea of giving up all control sends a jolt through me. I try to elbow him, but it’s like hitting a damn wall. The guy’s all muscle, solid as stone.

“Get the fuck off me,” I let out in a grunt.

A low, dark chuckle rips out of him as he catches my elbow and then throws my arm away. “The more you fight, the harder I get, baby. There’s nothing hotter than your little struggle.”

He thrusts his pelvis against me, his huge bulge nudging against my ass cheek. It feels so hot that I get distracted, and he uses my lack of fight to start removing my shirt.

His long fingers graze my heated skin, sending a shudder through me as he drags the fabric over my head and tosses it aside.

My lips part when his large hands follow, gliding down my spine, vertebra by vertebra by vertebra. Then lower, tracing my waist, my stomach, my chest.

It’s like he’s memorizing me. Every ridge, every line, every inch of skin.

And somehow, it makes me feelworshiped.

That thought churns my stomach, transforming it into that war zone all over again.

How the hell can a malicious, stoic, practically robotic man find my body so damn fascinating?

Both his index fingers rub my nipples, sending a zap through me. “I love how your little nipples perk up when I touch them. Or pinch them.”

He does that, pinching them so hard that I recoil, a strangled noise escaping me.

“I also love that you enjoy the pain I unleash on you,” he whispers against my ear, then nibbles on the shell. “You look fucking adorable when you fight it. But we’ll work on that.”

“Shut your mouth.” I try to elbow him, but he shoves me forward.

I land on the mattress with a slight bounce, and he looms over me, his weight pressing into my back.

I strain my neck to the side, catching a glimpse of him. Even though I’m tall and muscular, he’s broader and bigger, and in this position, he radiates pure dominance.

Effortlessly, he grabs my wrists, yanking them forward and securing them to the bedposts like it’s second nature. The thought of how many women he’s done this to twists something ugly in my chest, coiling tight.

But those thoughts evaporate when his lips trail down my spine, soft and deliberate. He kisses, sucks, then nibbles, each touch sending shockwaves through me.

I bury my face in the navy silk pillow that reeks of him, desperate to smother any embarrassing sounds threatening to escape.

“Stop kissing me like that,” I grit out from between clenched teeth.

“Mmm. But I love your taste, baby.” He continues kissing, licking, sucking the skin that’s not supposed to be sensitive but apparently is, because my cock is growing heavy against the sheets.

Still kissing, he unbuckles my belt and removes my jeans and boxers, throwing them somewhere I can’t see.

“Stop fucking doing that,” I snap as he sucks somewhere on my lower back. “I’m not a girl.”

“Never been with a girl this muscular before, but I’m not complaining.” He drops a kiss on my ass cheek, then bites hard, so hard, my eyes roll back and my dick drips precum on the bed. “Never bitten a girl’s ass before, and I’m fully aware you’re a man. That doesn’t stop me from wanting to mark your fuckhole, baby. I want to claim every inch of you.”

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