Page 229 of Never Fall for an Angel

“Fine, little wife.” His arms circle the back of the chair, his hands held tightly behind him. “Do your worst.”

Bad idea, Mr. Cross.

Trailing my fingertips down his arms, I reach for him, leaning in once again to press a kiss to the side of his neck. A quiet groan slips through his lips.

This is dangerous, but . . . then, again, I seem to get off on danger.

“Don’t worry, baby. We all have our weaknesses,” I whisper in his ear, sliding the cuffs onto his wrists.

—And then I lock them.

Slowly, I step back from him, my heartbeat racing in my chest. He looks deranged. Like a man whose control has all but depleted, and now, he’s not even seeing me.

He’s seeing prey.

“You think these are going to hold me?”

I take another step back, my pussy throbbing from the threat in his voice.

Carefully, I reach back and turn the music up just a notch, and the deep vibrations settle in my core. Maybe it’s the fact that we argued earlier, or maybe it’s my newfound courage, but either way, I know if I think about what I’m about to do, I’ll chicken out.

“I’ll take my chances.” I am as surprised by the strength in my own voice as he is. Slipping my hand down over my stomach, I pull the silk rope holding my robe closed and let it fall from my arms to pool at my feet.

His nostrils flare when he sees that I’m wearing one of the silver lacy pieces of lingerie he bought me.

“Uncuff me. Right fucking now.”

His eyes glint almost black in the light. He’s fucking terrifying.

I tilt my head to the side.

“No.”

I can tell he wants to punish me by the dark, caustic look in his eyes. Part of me wants that, too, so I continue, seeing just how far I can push him until he breaks.

He’s been so careful with me lately as if I might break from the touch of his hand. I miss his roughness. His desire.

“I wanted to prove to myself that I’m not what everyone says I am tonight. Scared . . . helpless . . .” I step around him in slow circles, the sounds of my bare feet padding across the floor. I slip my finger across the tight line of his shoulders, loving the way the muscles ripple under my fingers. “But then I realized,” I lean down and press my lips to the side of his neck, and his entire body vibrates under my touch. “I can make one of the most dangerous men in the world fall to his knees with my touch. As helplessly addicted to me as I am to him. That’s real power if you ask me.”

He chuckles when I step back around to his front, circling him. For once,I’mthe predator. Not the deadliest man in the room.

“Do you feel powerful right now, little devil?” There’s no sweetness in his tone. Just pure, uninhibited darkness. I hatethat my clit throbs at the imminent danger in his voice because it’s just as he said.

I get off on his darkness.

Slipping my fingers over the lace on my stomach, I stop at my hips before moving back to my breasts. It has the desired effect because his eyes follow the movement, his stare dark as night. His jaw clenches, and his muscles pulse like he’s seconds away from breaking the cuffs and fucking me into a pile of rubble on the same dining room table I almost bled out on nearly three weeks ago.

“Knowing your cock’s hard right now. How badly you wish you could touch me? Yes,” I breathe. “It does make me feel powerful.”

“Is your pussy salivating for my cock, Mila?”

“Yes,” I murmur. There’s no use in hiding it. He can read me like an open book.

Leaning down over him, I place my hands on the chair and swivel my hips slowly, sensually to the low beat of the music. Each pulse of the bass is like a heartbeat in my clit until my core throbs.

Christian’s tongue runs over his teeth as his eyes drop down the length of my body, not even bothering to hide the desire in his eyes as he watches me dance for him.

“Am I doing a good job, baby?” I ask sweetly, knowing that nickname is like playing with fire. Christian isn’t the type to be called baby. His lips tug back in a snarl like he can’t wait to rip my throat out.

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