Page 83 of Ruthless

I'd done some kinky stuff before—mostly light bondage here and there—but this felt different. More exciting. More meaningful. A warmth spread through me, pooling low in my belly, my cock leaking into my jeans as I waited for whatever he planned next.

His chest pressed against my back as he secured the blindfold. The silk settled over my eyes, cutting off my vision. My skin tingled, hyperaware of the air currents, of Luka's proximity, of my own thundering heartbeat.

"Too tight?" he asked, his breath scorching my ear.

"No."

"Good," he said, satisfaction rumbling in his voice. "Now, here's what's going to happen. I'm going to strip you down. And then I'm going to show you exactly why I've got a reputation for making people scream my name."

His hands spun me to face him. Though I couldn't see, his gaze burned against my skin, his breath fanned across my face. Then his mouth claimed mine, possessive yet reverent, tongue demanding entrance I eagerly granted.

"Trust me?" he murmured against my lips.

"Yes."

He chuckled, the sound vibrating straight to my cock. "Good answer."

"Just don't forget," I added, unable to help myself, "that this chew toy bites back."

His laugh surprised me, genuine and warm. "There he is. I was worried I'd intimidated the smart-ass right out of you."

"Takes more than a blindfold and some bedroom voice to shut me up," I quipped. "Although I admit, the blindfold is a nice touch. Very supervillain chic."

He nipped at my lower lip, just hard enough to make me gasp. "Keep talking, doc. We'll see how mouthy you are when I'm done with you."

"Challenge accepted."

His hands moved to the buttons of my shirt, working them open. As each inch of skin met the air, his fingers followed, tracing patterns that caught my breath.

"You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you look right now," he said as I kicked off my jeans. "Standing here like a gift waiting to be unwrapped."

"Christmas came early this year," I quipped, my voice breathier than intended.

He snorted. "Speaking of coming early..."

"Hey! I resent that implication."

"Relax, doc." His finger traced the outline of my cock through my boxers. "I bet I could make you come just by talking to you."

"Probably," I admitted.

His hands moved to my hips, pulling my boxers down in one smooth motion.

His hands returned to my body, exploring. His touch ranged everywhere—skimming down my sides, kneading my thighs, cuppingmy ass possessively. Then, without warning, his hand wrapped around my cock, giving a slow, firm stroke from base to tip.

A gasp escaped me, hips bucking involuntarily into his grip. "Fuck, Luka."

His thumb circled the head, spreading the pre-cum that had gathered there. The slick glide of his next stroke drew a moan from deep in my chest. His other hand came up to grip my hair, tugging my head back to expose my throat.

"I love the way you say my name when you’re all horny," he growled, his mouth at my neck, teeth grazing my pulse point.

His hand maintained a maddeningly slow pace, building pleasure without letting me reach the edge. Just when I thought I might beg for more, he released me entirely, leaving me gasping.

"On the bed," he commanded. "Face down, ass up."

I fumbled blindly toward where I knew the bed waited, grateful when his hand on my arm guided me. I positioned myself as instructed, incredibly vulnerable, yet strangely empowered by my willing surrender.

The bed dipped as he joined me, his hands returning to my body, stroking from my shoulders down to the small of my back, then lower, gripping my ass firmly. I registered him shifting, and then his mouth pressed against the nape of my neck, trailing kisses down my spine. Each point of contact sent shockwaves of pleasure through me, my body arching into his touch.

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