Page 8 of Fierce Hearts

"We'll see about that." I was not about to turn down such a challenge. Did the idea of having Sofia on her knees—begging me to fuck her—have my cock wanting to explode? Maybe.

And I'd find a way to get her there.

I kissed her, chuckling as her teeth grazed my lip, a mix of playful yet dangerous. A reminder of who she truly was beneath it all, where she'd come from, the blood she pretended didn't run in her veins.

I broke away, sliding down her body. Her breath hitched when I kissed her hardened left nipple, my tongue tracing patterns that made her squirm beneath me.

She gasped, her bound hands coming down to tangle in my hair.

I pulled them away, pinning them back over her head.

"Don't make me punish you, princess."

"Don't threaten me with a good time," she shot back, and my balls tightened as she stared up at me with those devilishly wicked eyes.

Since when had any woman held such power over me?

I glanced to the bedside table and grabbed the first thing I could—my phone charging cord.

I looped it through the belt around her wrists, moving us both diagonally on the bed before tying it around the solid wooden headboard post.

"Wow, you get your rocks off like this, huh?" Sofia's voice came out breathless, and I grinned down at her.

"Oh, this is only the beginning, sweetheart."

I worked my way down her body, kissing the inside of her thigh while holding her gaze.

She bit her lip, fighting the moan that I knew wanted to escape.

What a wicked little thing she was. Everything I'd envisioned and even more. The scent of her arousal made my head spin as I nuzzled her thigh, inching closer to her core as I spread her legs. When I finally tasted her, her back arched off the bed, a soft cry escaping her lips finally.

Good.

She could try to fight it, to deny how her body reacted, but she would break.

I'd make sure of it. Because right now, Sofia Savoca was mine, and I intended to show her what that meant.

I took my time, learning what made her breath catch, what made her moan. She was so wet already, her body squirming as I circled my tongue over her clit and gave it a few soft, slow sucks. And when I finally inserted a finger, followed by another, her thighs were a trembling mess against my shoulders. She was straining against her restraints, which were holding surprisingly well to my satisfaction.

"Gray, don't you just want to fuck me already?" she gasped as I found that sweet spot on the inside of her front wall, loving how her words hitched so she was almost whining.

"Oh no, princess, not yet," I said against her clit, glancing up at her, at those dark eyes gazing down at me between those soft mounds, the nipples pebbled. So full of wanting, of need. Her lips were parted slightly as I brought her closer to the edge, still holding my gaze.

So fucking beautiful and perfect.

"Gray…" She gritted her teeth, and I chuckled, knowing she was fighting it. She didn't want to give me the satisfaction, but she couldn't help it.

And my name on her lips, that was music to my ears.

"Fuck!" Her body tensed and shuddered, her walls tightening and massaging my fingers as she climaxed.

So much for making her beg.

I couldn't help it, I'd wanted to see if I could make her finish. There was always time for another round.

Before she could fully recover, I moved back up her body, reaching for my wallet on the nightstand and extracting a condom. Safety first, always.

Sofia watched through half-lidded eyes as I rolled it on, then I ducked down to steal a kiss.

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