Page 83 of Tainted Obsession 1
His low growl vibrates against my tongue, and his restraint snaps. He steps into me, backing me up toward the bed. When my thighs hit the mattress, he tosses me down on it and settles his weight over me. His thumb hooks below my jaw to capturemy face. He stares down at me, his shining wolf’s eyes glinting with a feral light.
I tip my chin back in silent invitation, craving more of his fierce kisses.
Instead, his hand trails lower. His calloused fingertips brush the side of my neck, testing my racing pulse. His palm settles over my throat, and I go utterly still. He doesn’t apply any pressure, but the primal dominance of his hand around my neck elicits my base instincts. My body softens, surrendering to his claim.
“This is how it will be between us.” His eyes study every nuance of my expression. “I’m in control. When we’re together like this, you submit to me. This is who I am, Evelyn. This is what I need from you.”
He’s completely subdued my body, but he’s waiting for my consent. He won’t risk scaring me away again.
I lick my lips and press my hand over his heart.
“I want you, Massimo.”
My eyes are wide and sincere on his, holding nothing back.
When he takes control of my pleasure, he frees me in a way I’ve never known before. I crave more of his perverted affections.
He gives my neck a gentle squeeze and presses a tender kiss to my forehead. The dichotomy makes me melt, and honeyed warmth rolls down my spine to pool between my legs.
“Stay,” he commands.
His will bind me in place, keeping me pinned even once he releases me. Cool air teases my heated flesh when he steps away, and I watch his powerful body with covetous intensity as he crosses the room to the chest of drawers. He retrieves a few items and returns to me, laying them out on the mattress beside me.
“Eyes on me,” he orders before I can puzzle out what he might be planning.
My gaze snaps to his. He tucks my hair behind my ear, searching my face for signs of reluctance.
When he finds only desire in my rapt expression, his full lips curve in a crooked, arrogant smile. My pussy contracts in response, my body reacting to his confident control.
He grasps my hand and lifts it to his mouth, brushing his lips over my knuckles before pressing a reverent kiss against the inside of my wrist. Something soft encircles it. I watch with fascination as he buckles a fur-lined, black leather cuff around my wrist.
“But I want to be able to touch you,” I protest breathily.
He kisses my other wrist and cuffs it too.
“I’m in control,farfallina.I’ll let you touch me once I’m done playing with you.”
A light shiver of anticipation races over my sensitized skin, every inch of me coming alive for him. He’s warm and vital before me. Strong enough to protect me from harm.
I trust him to handle me with care. He’ll never hurt me.
I don’t struggle when he cuffs my ankles and arranges my body so that I’m spread out before him. He attaches the cuffs to the bedposts with lengths of rope, making quick work of the well-practiced knots. I’m bound for him, helpless to resist anything he wants to do to me.
And his glittering eyes promise me dark, transcendent pleasure.
His hard cock juts toward me, and I try to lift my hips in offering, a silent plea for him to finally claim me in the most intimate way.
I release a shuddering sigh when his weight settles over me again. I test the restraints, the desire to hold him overwhelming reason. The reminder of my complete subjugation to his will makes a fresh wash of slick arousal wet my thighs. I’m more than ready for him, my clit pulsing with painful intensity.
“Please, Massimo.” I arch toward him, not feeling so much as a shred of shame for begging. “I need you.”
“Are you on birth control?”
I nod.
“The shot. We don’t have to worry about that.” I want him to come inside me, to fill me up and mark me with his cum. “I’m ready for you.”
I press myself against his hard thigh, showing him how desperately I need him.
