Page 36 of No Mercy In Red

He let out a breathy laugh. “I did follow you from work, to see where you lived, and I did start leaving you roses.” He eyed me cautiously, testing me.

“So,” I said, “you asked a few questions, followed me from work, and learned my schedule to make sure you were at the café every time I was?”

“Uh, yeah. I liked watching you.” He smirked.

“And that’s it?” That’s it. Like thats not fucking crazy enough.

“That’s it.” He nodded, a small smile on his mouth like he wasn’t quite saying everything he wanted to.

I didn’t fully believe him, but I didn’t want to push and ruin the date. My heart, the traitorous bitch, softened with every touch, every smile, every stolen kiss he placed over every inch of my body. It was too easy to forget that this man was actually a dangerous stalker, even easier to fall for him. I so desperately wanted to be cautious, but the line was already blurred beyond recognition.

“So,” I finally ventured, swirling my wine nervously, “what exactly is this? What are we?”

His gaze softened, eyes glittering. “We’re us, Max. I'm yours, and you’re mine. Isn’t that enough?”

It wasn’t a conventional answer, but then again, we weren’t exactly conventional people. And whatever he was, boyfriend felt like too casual of a word to describe what this man had become to me. I let it rest there, because deep down, I knew I had fallen in love. A dangerous, fucked-up type of love that was all consuming. By the time we returned to my apartment, Connor had shattered my defences completely. As he kissed me gently at the door, I knew I’d fallen and fallen hard.

“Stay,” I whispered. Not a demand, but a pathetic, desperate plea.

His eyes widened slightly at my request, clearly surprised by my sudden vulnerability that wasn’t whispered in sleep. But without a word, he nodded and followed me inside. We curled up on the sofa, basking in the silence after the most incredible date, and I knew exactly how to thank him for such a beautiful night.

“Connor…” I purred, lifting my head from his chest, my fingers trailing lazily over the open buttons of his shirt.

“Yeah?” His voice was rough with exhaustion, edged with a delicious huskiness that made between my thighs throb.

“You know,” I said, letting my fingers dance playfully along his bare chest where his shirt was slightly undone, “you’ve mentioned something twice now.”

His eyebrow arched, intrigued. “And what’s that, princess?”

“That you normally like women in control.” My lips curled into a wicked smirk as his eyes flashed with surprise – and immediate excitement. “Maybe its my turn to see how much of a good boy you can be.”

Before he could respond, I was straddling his lap, the silk of my dress riding up to my hips, exposing my thighs. His breath caught, eyes igniting instantly. His pupils dilated, and I could feel his pulse accelerate beneath my fingertips as I traced his throat, my nails slightly scraping his jaw.

“Max,” he rasped, voice strangled, yet laced with dark intensity. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, Connor,” I whispered seductively, slowly grinding my hips down onto his already-hardening cock, relishing in the quiet groan that slipped from his lips. “I think it’s obvious.”

I stood from the sofa, pulling him with me, leading him to the bedroom. I pushed him down onto the mattress, watching as he pushedup onto his elbows to see what I was doing. Remaining stood at the end of the bed, I took a step back, slipping the dress slowly from my shoulders, allowing it to slide down whilst I sensually moved my hips, letting it pool at my feet. Standing naked in front of him, completely exposed, yet somehow feeling utterly powerful, I watched as his eyes roamed hungrily across every inch of my body.

I stepped forward, straddling him as he sat up, my lips brushing against his ear. “Tonight, you’re under my control, and if you’re good, maybe – just maybe – I’ll let you cum.”

Connor let out a rough groan, his strong hands gripping my waist possessively, pulling me flush against him. But I wasn’t ready to give in so quickly. I pushed back firmly, pinning his arms above his head on the mattress, enjoying his sharp inhale.

“You like giving control up, right?” I whispered, lips brushing against his throat as I rolled my hips, slowly grinding against the hardness pressing against my heat. “You like being at the mercy of someone else?”

He swallowed thickly, his throat bobbing. “Fuck, yes,” he breathed, eyes glazing with lust, submission flashing across his gorgeous face.

“Good,” My mouth curled into a sadistic smile. “Then tonight, I’m taking it all. Strip for me, Connor.”

His eyes darkened further; his breathing heavy as I climbed off. I watched as he slowly peeled away his shirt, his broad chest and muscled shoulders accentuated with his movements. He stood, undoing his belt painfully slowly, pushing his pants down his hips, letting them sit around his feet as he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his Calvin’s. My mouth went dry, the way he slightly flexed his abs, teasing me one last time before I took full control. My eyes trailed over the deep v that led straight down to his thick, veined cock. God, this man was perfection personified. Once the last of his clothes hit the floor, I padded over tothe drawers and slid open the bottom one, grabbing the soft cuffs I kept hidden away.

“On your back. Now,” I commanded softly, but there was no mistaking my tone.

Without hesitation, he obeyed, laying back on my bed, eyes filled with anticipation. His vulnerability made him even more tempting, even more beautiful. His messy dark hair, his jaw clenched tight, his muscles tense beneath that olive-toned skin – I felt drunk on the sight of him. Straddling his waist, I leaned forward, quickly and gently pressing my lips against his as I took his wrists, cuffing each one securely to my headboard. His eyes watched me intensely, trusting me entirely, yet completely at my mercy.

“Now, Connor,” I whispered, leaning close enough that our lips barely touched, “I’m going to make you beg.”

A low groan vibrated in his throat, and I smiled before kissing him deeply, biting at his lower lip until he gasped, the slight taste of copper filling our mouths where I broke skin. Pulling away slightly, I licked at the blood on his lip before lowering myself to slowly trail my tongue down the column of his throat, giving him slight nips with my teeth before continuing on down to his chest. I took my time, tormenting every inch of his delicious skin, tasting, biting, marking him the way he had claimed me just hours before. He hissed through clenched teeth when I kissed lower, deliberately avoiding his aching cock, instead teasing the sensitive skin of his muscled thighs, scratching down his legs lightly with my nails, making his body jerk and tense beneath my touch.

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