Page 79 of Resist
He leaned back on his hands and smiled, his neck cricking when I reached behind to unclasp and unzip my dress. It fell from my body, revealing my purple Aubade lace bra and panty set.
“That fucking colour on you,” he growled.
I smirked and stepped out of my dress, now pooled at my feet, and walked to my suitcase.
“What are you doing?” he asked, swiveling his body to follow me.
Reaching into my bag, I found the pair of handcuffs I’d swiped from Matt’s SWAT team costume and dangled them from my finger. “Getting these.”
His eyes lit up. “And what are you going to do with those?”
“Handcuff you, of course. But first …” I walked back over to the bed and lifted my foot, placing it between his open legs and gently pressing it into his groin. “Would you mind helping me remove my heels?”
A low growl emanated from his throat as he ran his hands up and down my calf before unclasping the buckle of my heel and removing it. He repeated the action with my other heel, but his lips lingered on my knee while his finger drew enticing patterns up the inside of my thigh.
My leg trembled at his touch, so I dropped it and put my finger under his chin, tilting his head and leading him to stand in front of me. “Your hand,” I demanded.
He held them both out as if he were willingly under arrest.
“Just one for now,” I said, securing the cuffs around one of his wrists.
His brow furrowed, but it soon melted away when, one by one, I undid the buttons of his shirt until it fell open and revealed the delicious expanse of his chest. I dragged my teeth over my bottom lip at the sight and hummed before dipping my head and trailing soft kisses down his neck and around his nipples.
“Helena.” His voice was low, dry, and desperate.
Smiling, I stepped back, pushed the cotton material of his shirt over his shoulders and down his arms, and then took hold of the open cuff dangling from his wrist. “Come with me,” I said, leading him to the bathroom.
His expression was curious but wary. “What are we—”
“Stand here, and don’t move.” I snapped the cuff onto the assistance bar next to the toilet and stepped away from him, out of arm’s reach.
“Helena?” He tugged his arm.
“Remember when I said revenge is best served when they can see it coming?” I leaned against the bathroom door, my arm bent, my head resting on my hand. “Well, you’re about to see my revenge, up close and personal.”
He looked at the cuffs then at me, so I reached around my back and unclasped my bra, dropping it at his feet.
He swallowed.
I threaded my fingers underneath the band of my panties and dragged them down my legs.
He swallowed again.
I stepped out of them and gently kicked them to the side.
He tugged on the cuffs.
And then I turned the shower on and stepped under the spray, moaning as hot water trickled down my body.
“Uncuff me,” he growled.
“No.”
“Helena—”
Ignoring his beast-like plea, I popped the top of the shower gel bottle and poured some into my hand, lathering my breasts and stomach and sliding my hand over my pussy and arse. Steam filled the room quickly, adding to the heat in his desirous eyes.
Lucas’s head fell back against the tiles, his eyelids closing, his expression pained. I smiled, having no doubt that he was in pain but in the best way possible. I mean, if the roles were reversed, I know I’d be.
