Page 62 of Blood and Lies (A Twisted Duet 1)

He jerked it tighter, the cold steel pushing hard against my skin. I flinched.

“How about now?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Good.”

He stepped forward, and I could swear to God every move he made had the power to send shivers throughout my body. It was like I was completely tuned in to him, feeling his presence in every corner of every bone in my body. The air around me was filled with nothing but him, like he possessed all my senses, making it impossible for me not to be aware of him.

From his other back pocket, he pulled out a blindfold. “Do you trust me yet, little mouse?”

“How can I trust a man who wants to kill me?”

He paused, and for the briefest of moments, I saw a flash of guilt pass through his dark eyes as he stared at me. But it was gone as quickly as it came.

He placed a hand on my chest, his thumb brushing against my throat. “Not tonight. Tonight, I’m once again the man who can give you what you need, the man who will make your body come alive.”

And then everything went black, the blindfold secured over my eyes. Not being able to see was exhilarating yet frightening at the same time, my body instantly going on full alert.

There was a sound of more chains before I felt something soft, like velvet, wrap around my neck. It was a collar, and I swallowed hard when I heard the click as it locked. There was a cold chain hanging down my front, thinner, more delicate than the chains wrapped around my wrists.

“What are you doing?” I whispered into the darkness, my heart beating faster with every second that passed.

“Hush, little mouse. Ignorance is bliss, remember?”

I didn’t dare counter with my comeback of “knowledge is power.” The last time, it came back to bite me in the ass, and I had a feeling the outcome would be the same now.

“Spread your legs.” His voice was demanding, like his grip around my ankle.

I spread my legs.

“Wider.”

I moved a little more.

“I said wider.” And then he pushed against my leg, widening it even more. Cold air assaulted me between my legs, making me hyperaware of how aroused I was. With legs spread open, it was like my body started to prime itself to be filled, anticipating a release.

There were more soft velvet cuffs that met my skin, this time wrapping and locking around my ankles. My chest was rising and falling, my insides about to explode with feelings that were alien to me, but every part of me relished it, loved it…craved it.

“If only you could see yourself now, you would realize you were born to look this fucking good.” His voice was dark with hunger, a low rumble of sexual ravening.

A soft finger traced around the swell of my breast, a warm breath skidding across the skin of my neck. “If I should touch you between your legs right now, Tatum, what would I find?”

I didn’t answer. His touch was consuming my body, my mind, affecting my capability to form any coherent thought or answer.

He grabbed my hair and jerked my head back, my scalp stinging with the force. “Answer me.”

“Wet. I’m wet…sir.” My answer came out with a huff, and he immediately let go of my hair.

I felt him move around me, and I shuddered when he took my bound wrists in his hand.

“If you’re wet now, Tatum, you’re going to be soaked by the time I’m done with you.”

Slowly, he lifted my arms. The more he pulled my arms up, the more my shoulders started to ache in protest, leaving me no choice but to bend forward. I was bent in such a way that my ass was in the air, with my legs spread wide, my most vulnerable parts exposed. The thought of him watching me like this turned me the fuck on. It was insane, but I liked the idea of him seeing me in such a sexually vulnerable position. It was exhilarating.

There was another click, and his hands left my wrists, but my arms stayed in place, lifted above my back.

“Now I don’t have to touch your pussy to know how wet you are…I can see it.”

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