Page 46 of Tamed

“I don’t care.” Challenge and heat glowed in her eyes and my cock pressed insistently against my fly, wanting a piece of that heat.

It could wait.

“You’d better be sure you,” I said. “If you want me, you’ll take me as I am, and that’s not some kind of romantic fucking ideal.”

“You? A romantic ideal? Come on, I’m not stupid.”

“Then if you’re going to say no, then say no now. Because once you’re in it, you’re in it for the duration.”

“Oh, my God,” she murmured, bratty till the last. “So much talking. Will you shut the fuck up?” Then she lifted her hands, took my face between her palms, leaned forward and pressed her mouth to mine.

Every muscle in my body went rigid, that hot, raw feeling shifting inside me again. Her lips were so fucking soft and there was a sweet hesitancy to the kiss, as if she didn’t quite know what she was doing. And maybe she didn’t. Maybe she hadn’t kissed many men. She was a virgin after all.

Her hands on my cheeks were light, the press of her lips warm.

The kisses I gave and the kisses I received had always been rough and raw, because that’s the way I preferred my sex. Dark and dirty, with some pain to make it interesting. It had never been light and gentle, or soft and exploratory. Never tender and never affectionate.

But Isabel’s kiss was all of those rolled into one and I didn’t know why it hit me like a gut punch, making me unable to move a muscle while she pressed kiss after kiss along my mouth. I’d never had a woman kiss me that way before and for some reason it made my cock even harder than it already was, as if I’d never had a kiss at all, let alone from one twenty-three-year-old virgin.

It got under my skin and I didn’t like it, and before I was fully conscious of doing so, I’d thrust one hand into her red hair and gathered it tight in my fist, dragging her head back. “One other thing,” I growled. “I’m in charge and all of this is onmyterms, not yours.”

Then I covered her mouth with mine and gave her a taste of the devil.

A hot, raw kiss. My tongue pushing into her mouth, tasting the sweetness of the scotch she’d been drinking and the saltiness of my own flavor. It made me possessive, and I kissed her harder, deeper, pressing her back into the seat, my fingers clenched tight in her hair.

It was a mistake to indulge myself like this, but I didn't stop.

I’d made my decision.

She gasped against my mouth, her hands dropping from my face to my chest and pressing hard, half pushing me away, yet half not, as if she couldn’t make up her mind about what she wanted.

Good. She should push me away. She shouldn’t want this.

She shouldn’t want me.

I pulled her away by her hair and looked into her eyes. All the green had gone, leaving only black, her face deeply flushed, her mouth slick and swollen. She was panting, her expression dazed.

“If you want this to stop, say it now,” I ordered roughly.

“I don’t. I don’t want this to stop.” Her fingers curled in my shirt. “I just…I haven’t kissed a m-man before.”

Jesus, what the fuck are you doing with her? You should be walking right the hell away.

But it was too late for that. And I liked it more than I should have that the first man she should kiss was me. The first cock she’d ever tasted was mine.

Allher firsts would be mine.

“Then you’re in for quite an education.” I tightened my grip on her hair, looking into her eyes. “Last chance, little girl.”

Her answer was to pull me closer, clearly wanting another kiss.

Except she’d forgotten who was in charge and it wasn’t her.

“First things first.” I let go of her hair and took her hands away. “You don’t get to touch me until I say.” I shrugged off my jacket and let it fall, reaching to undo my tie. “And I think you’re going to need help remembering that.” Pulling out the silk from underneath my collar, I bound it quickly around her wrists, making sure it was tight enough that she couldn’t get free, but not so tight it would cut off her circulation.

There was a hook on the back of the chair — there were other hooks too, all very useful for certain purposes — and before she had a chance to figure out what was going on, I grabbed her bound wrists, took them above her head and over the back of the chair, and slipped the silk into the hook just behind her head.

She gasped, pulling against her bonds in an instinctive movement.

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