Page 74 of Kinks of a Billionaire
I held his gaze as I reached for his hand. His expression didn’t shift, almost as if he braced himself for rejection.
“Show me,” I said, my pulse racing into overdrive.
He stared at me for a second, then led me out of bed and down the hallway, both of us naked as the day we were born.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I giggled, wondering why he was suddenly in a rush. If I’d known he would kick me out of bed in the middle of the night, I would’ve thought twice before asking.
We headed toward a section of the boat we rarely ventured to until we stopped in front of a heavy mahogany door. My heart was pounding as he pushed it open and then stood back, letting me walk through. Once I was inside, my gasp filled the space and my blood heated.
“Holy… shit,” I breathed, peering around the room, the scent of leather and polished timber perfuming the air.
“Scared?”
I shifted and locked eyes with Royce, who was now stiff at my side, as though he waited for my reaction. His pupils were now black, and his nostrils flared ever so slightly. I stood there, hypnotized by this change, adrenaline rushing through my veins.
“Willow, are you scared?” His voice was deceptively soft, each word slow and measured.
My mouth was dry, my heart thumping so hard I feared it’d leave my chest.
“Scared? No,” I finally managed to rasp.Unsure?Nervous?Well…
He leaned over me, and all the oxygen in the room was siphoned out. “Good, now let me show you the side of me you’ve never seen.”
He examined me for a few moments, his eyes never wavering, then reached for my chin, his touch searing.
“We need a safe word,” he said darkly, sending shivers down my spine. One thing was for certain—I was no longer sleepy.
“Pineapple.”
He chuckled.
“Only you, baby.” He lowered his head, brushing his lips against mine. “Pineapple it is, then. If it gets to be too much, use that word.”
He came to stand behind me, his heat seeping into me. He gathered my loose curls at the nape of my neck, then braided the strands so it fell down my back. Jealousy poked at me as I thought of how many women he’d done this for. The number had to be high considering how expertly his fingers moved before tying the end in a sturdy knot and then dragging his hands down my arms.
He angled my head to one side, dusting kisses on my back and shoulders. “Something displeases you.” It wasn’t a question—he knew me too well.
The muscles in my lower belly clenched, and I worried that my insecurities would put a stop to what I still desperately wanted.
“I don’t… no… yes.” He bit into the sensitive flesh at my nape, and I whimpered softly. “You’re very good at that.” I slipped a hand over the long braid. “You must have had a lot of practice…”
I held my breath, expecting defensiveness or at least disappointment. But once again, Royce surprised me. He placed a soft kiss beneath my ear and darted his tongue out, licking a hot stripe down the column of my neck, and somehow I could feel his grin on my skin.
“None of them matter but you,” he whispered, sending the butterflies in the pit of my stomach into overdrive. He tugged my hair, and I fell back against him. “Do you understand?”
“Y-yes,” I rasped as longing clawed at me. Damn, was it possible to orgasm from his demands alone? I felt arousal dripping down my legs and decided that yes—it just might be.
“Turn around,” he commanded. And when I did, I met his burning gaze. The scent of my arousal and his masculine scent lingered in the space between us while excitement drummed in my ears. “I’m going to bind you now.”
My thighs clenched at hearing the dark purr in his voice. Lust blazed through me, threatening to explode.
“Okay,” I agreed, and his eyes lit up with fire.
He took my elbow and moved me over a piece of equipment with leather shackles and cuffs.
“Raise your hands above your head.”
I followed his command without hesitation, my breaths coming out in soft pants. I was drenched, probably dripping onto the plush carpet underneath us at this point.
