Page 79 of Deception

“You’ll have to learn”—he stalks around the bed, heading to the shelf across from us—“that you do not order me to do anything here. You may request for me to finish you off, you may beg for me to let you come.”

We’ve stepped into his domain.

Here, he is master, absolutely in control. It’s clear from the way he watches me, his avid gaze, that there’s nothing I can do to stop him.

It’s utterly devastating, and more than a little scary.

A part of me knows that he would let me out if I really asked, but there’s an edge to his words, to the feral flexing, the rippling of his muscles. Pulling on the straps at my wrists, he tightens the slack, pulling my arms out to the sides, keeping my chest pinned to the bed.

I can tell he's pondering what he's going to do with me.

“Is that it?” I can’t help myself, taunting him exhilarates me. “Is that all you’ve got?”

Alessandro sniffs in arrogant disdain. “We’ve only just begun.”

He yanks my head back by my hair, plundering my lips with his mouth, a savage kiss. It electrifies me, zapping down through my core, shivering out across my skin.

My lover.

My enemy.

This man who has killed ruthlessly and without remorse. But he also loves just as ferociously. I've never felt anything like it. “Alessandro…take me.”

I want to bathe in his darkness.

“I will. Once you stop hiding.” Fingernails scrape along my back, down my legs. His voice wavers, holding back the promise of boundless pleasures.

He thrusts into me again, long, luxurious strokes. A deep, pulsing need thrums in my lower abdomen.

In seconds, I’m on the verge again, and he pulls out.

He loosens the restraints, letting me slide down onto the sheets.

I turn over, looking up at him, slipping my fingers into my slick slit, drawing them out, dragging them up my belly, across my tits and up into my mouth, tasting what he does to me.

Arching my back, I spread my legs, beckoning him to finish me off.

Instead, he shoves me back down onto the bed, shaking his head and sneering at me dominantly. I want him so bad that I almost growl at him in response, lunging for him, trying to kiss him.

He doesn't let me. He shoves me back down.

Each time I lunge for him he shoves me harder, more powerfully.

The final time, he grabs me by the throat firmly and I retaliate, reaching down and clutching the thick length of his dripping cock in my fist.

I squeeze a little too hard and he hisses through his teeth, squeezing his hand a hint tighter.

“You’re going to pay for that.” He wrenches my grip from around his shaft. Tossing me back like I weigh nothing, he pins one wrist, shackling it, then the other. A chuckle growls deep in his chest as I whimper, the sound of his voice vibrating through me.

I press down on my heels, writhing and gyrating my hips at him, provoking him. “You’re stalling.” The words come out strangled, less confident that I want.

“You’re going to crawl for me after this.” Aless leans in close, just out of reach as I try to bite him. “And then, you’ll submit to anything I choose to do to you.”

His hands clamp down over my calves, painfully, yanking my legs out and clasping shackles around my feet.

I swallow hard, realizing how little I can move. Even less when he jerks a strap at the side of the bed, cranking my bindings tight.

I’m completely immobilized. Exposed.

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