Page 118 of Betrayal (Corrupt Empire 1)

His fingers went to my head, untying the blindfold. I blinked when he took it off me. He gave me a half smile. He was shirtless. Fuck. He was so ripped and his tattoos, so beautiful. I couldn’t believe he was real half the time. And he wanted me.

“Do you want me to let you go?”

“Why? What did you have in mind otherwise?”

His grin turned wicked.

“Well, I want to fuck you and normally I would with you all tied up.”

“But…?”

“Last night, I let you touch me and I enjoyed it. I don’t want to restrain you now.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Are you telling me you don’t let anyone touch you during sex?”

“Not very often, no.”

What?

He never told me he had an aversion to being touched or was it something else?

“Why not?”

“Control, Avery. If you’re tied up, I get to control what you do, but letting someone touch me during sex is unpredictable.”

I really wanted to know why control was such a big deal to him, but pushing the subject was never a good idea. We always ended up in an argument when I pushed him.

“I like being able to touch you.”

He reached up, unlocking my handcuffs one by one. My arms ached a little from being in that position for so long. He took my wrists and looked at them. There were red marks from where I’d tugged at them. He brought each one to his lips in turn and kissed the marks.

“Does it hurt?”

I shook my head. He moved away and untied my ankles. I sat up and stretched as much as I could. My legs felt a little stiff. How long had he had me tied up for?

He got back on the bed and crawled over me, forcing me on my back again.

“Touch me, Avery.”

I reached for him, running my fingers down his chest. He groaned in response, shuddering.

“Fuck, don’t stop.”

I trailed my fingertips along his sides before curling my hands around his back and dragging my nails down his skin. He jerked, his eyes closing, the appreciation apparent on his face. I didn’t stop there. I ran my nails down his arms, followed by his chest. He groaned again. Between us, I could see the tent in his boxers. He hadn’t been lying about how hard he was.

Pulling him closer, I turned his head and nibbled on his ear.

“Fuck, Avery.”

“Too much?”

“No, no, fucking hell, no. Fuck. I want to be inside you.”

I bit down on his earlobe. He jerked again. I reached between us and tugged at his boxers. He helped me take them off. Settling between my legs, his cock jabbed at my entrance. I opened my legs wider. He slid inside me, grunting. I already felt full and he’d barely gotten halfway.

“Fuck me,” I whispered.

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