Page 61 of Vicious Games

He tried to pull me into his side, as usual, but my leg restraints stopped him. He rose off the bed and released my ankles. He then pulled off his trousers and rejoined me.

I shifted until I was on top of him, my legs straddling his hips.

I leaned down low to kiss his neck, loving the salty taste of his sweat. I bit his earlobe, murmuring, “Did you like that, baby?”

He pushed his fingers into my tangled hair, cupping the back of my skull. “I’ll never tire of fucking you, kitten.”

I leaned my head on his shoulder, cuddling closer to him as I stretched my right arm down between the bed and the wall. Making nonsense mewing noises to cover my movements, my fingers skimmed along the linoleum surface under the bed until they touched the glass tranquilizer syringe. I pushed it against the wall so I could more easily pick it up with my thumb and forefinger.

I leaned up slightly as I slowly raised my arm. “You know I’m still mad at you for the dirty trick you played. It was really very boorish of you to make me think I had shot you… and at our own wedding, no less!”

Roman pushed my hair back away from my face as I leaned over him. “All’s fair in love and war, baby girl.”

I smiled as I skimmed the tip of my tongue over the edges of my teeth. My distraction worked; his sharp gaze focused on my mouth.

I adjusted my grip on the syringe. I then slid my hand across the mattress, out of his line of vision, bringing the syringe close to the top of his shoulder. “I’m so glad you think so.”

I drove the syringe into the fleshy part of his upper arm and depressed the plunger.

Roman’s eyes widened. “What the hell did you just—”

His eyes closed, and his head lolled to the side.

CHAPTER 24

AURORA

I sat back and waited. My muscles were tense, ready to bolt. My hand shook as I reached out to poke him in the chest. “Roman?” Nothing. I poked him again. “Roman?” Nothing.

I let out the breath I had been holding. My head spun as a rush of dizzying fear and excitement coursed through my veins. I gingerly climbed off him and pulled the belt from around my throat, tossing it onto the seat of the chair.

For several minutes, I paced back and forth in the small room. Holy shit! I couldn’t believe I’d actually done it. Knowing I didn’t have long, I snapped out of it and sprang into action. I wrapped my hand around his left wrist and lifted his arm up a few inches off the mattress. I then studied his face for any reaction. There was nothing. His eyes remained closed. His mouth was soft in repose.

I stretched his arm and secured it in the leather cuff restraint. Emboldened by his lack of response, I reached over his body and secured his right arm. I then tossed his trousers off the bed, out of reach, and secured both his ankles. I stepped back and surveyed my work. I tested the tightness of the restraints several times before I was finally satisfied. Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I shrugged out of the tattered remains of my hospital gown.

I was sitting in the chair wearing his dress shirt when he finally came around. Since it was a dose meant for me and I was half his size, I knew it wouldn’t take long.

Roman immediately tried to sit up, but the restraints prevented him. He pulled on his wrists. “Goddammit, get these off me, Aurora.”

I lifted his belt and stretched it between my hands. I folded it in half and snapped it. “No.”

Roman roared his frustration and violently shook the bed as he wrestled with the restraints.

I held my breath, but the restraints held. Thank God. I knew he wouldn’t call out for the attendant, either. The great Roman Winterbourne would not want to be caught in such a compromising position as this.

Roman breathed heavily through his nose as his fingers curled into fists. “I’m warning you, Aurora. If you don’t unbuckle these cuffs—”

I raised an eyebrow, mimicking one of his favorite gestures. “You’ll what? Trap me in a relationship with you by taking all my money? Frame me for attempted murder? Lock me up in an asylum?” I tapped a fingertip on my lips as I frowned. “Wait, no, that can’t be right. We’ve already played those games.”

“Aurora…” Roman seethed through his clenched teeth.

I approached the bed. I lowered my arm and let the curved edge of the folded leather belt slip between his stretched-open legs and caress his naked thigh. “And that’s all it is, isn’t it, Roman? Games.”

His breathing slowed as the belt inched closer to his cock. I watched as his shaft thickened. I smiled and licked my lips. Just to taunt him, I lifted the belt and ran it over his taut, muscled abdomen before running it down the inside of his other thigh.

“You haven’t answered me yet, Roman.” I lifted the belt and swatted his inner thigh. A faint red mark appeared where the leather connected with his flesh. Roman’s eyes glared daggers as his lips thinned. His angry expression belied how his engorged cock bounced against his thigh after the strike.

I was exciting him. Just like all those times he’d aroused me with a decadent and depraved mixture of pleasure and pain, desire and punishment.

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