Page 65 of Surrender (Angels Halo MC Next Gen)

“Be quiet,” he bit out.

Pressing my lips together to keep from asking another question, I watched as he examined the back side of my body. His gaze was intense as he scanned every inch of exposed skin, even crouching down to inspect my ass cheeks and legs one at a time.

Straightening, he turned me so I was facing him once again before doing the same to my front. Once he was satisfied with whatever he was looking for, he pushed me backward so I was seated on the end of the bed.

“Elias—”

“I said, be quiet.” Pulling his belt from the loop of his jeans, he grabbed my hands and wrapped the leather around my wrists.

Startled, I jerked back, but he only tightened his hold, threading the ends together and making a cuff. I sucked in a breath, mentally reminding myself that this was Elias. He wouldn’t hurt me. Nothing about this situation was anything like the times before when I’d been trapped. It wasn’t a test.

He just…needed to let off steam. My entire body suddenly felt ultrasensitive, every nerve from head to toe feeling like it was being zapped with raw electricity.

Lifting me by the waist, he placed me in the center of the bed and raised my bound hands over my head. Coming down on top of me, he gently brushed my hair back from my face.

“My beautiful little princess,” he murmured, skimming his lips over mine. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you?”

“Fuck me?” I panted out.

His lips tilted up for a moment before twisting into an angry, grim line. “No.” He brushed his nose against mine then traveled lower, down my neck, across my collarbone, into the valley between my breasts.

Goose bumps popped up along the way, the barely there touch of just his nose causing my clit to throb. It had been twelve days since I’d felt him inside me. Twelve days without his taste. His touch. His warmth.

As he scraped his teeth over my left nipple, his laughter sounded dark when I whimpered for more. “You like that?” He bit down roughly. “You want more?”

“Yes,” I whined. “Please.”

He sucked and nipped and pinched until my nipple felt raw and achy. I tried to move my hands—to hold on to him or push him away, I wasn’t completely sure.

He lifted his head, danger glittering in his eyes. “Keep your hands above your head, or I will tie them to the bed.”

“But I want to touch you.”

“We don’t always get what we want, baby.” He lowered his head back to my chest, this time focusing on the other nipple. At the first bite, my hips arched off the bed, wetness spilling down my sex. But he was focused solely on my breasts.

Once that nipple was throbbing, he moved lower, kissing down my torso to my thighs. I felt his breath on my spread lips, but he kissed my inner thigh instead. From my pelvic bone to my knee on one side then upward on the other, licking, kissing, sucking, all while his scruff chafed my skin so deliciously. When he got back to my pussy, I tried to push up against his mouth, but he pressed me down into the bed.

“Elias,” I gasped, writhing beneath him. “Please.”

“Hmm.” His voice was gruff against my skin. “Were you gone so long that you forgot what you call me, little girl?”

“Daddy,” I amended. “Please.”

“No.”

“Are you still mad?”

“Fucking livid,” he said against my stomach, twirling the tip of his tongue around my belly button ring.

I spread my legs a little wider, trying to get him to press down on my core, but he shifted his weight so that he wasn’t even touching the lower half of my body. “Because I helped Delaney?”

“This has nothing to do with the little show at the bar tonight.” He looked up at me through his lashes.

“Then what is it about?” I cried. “Why are you torturing me?”

“What did you do last night, Samara?”

I swiped my tongue over my bottom lip. “Spent time with Papa. I knew I was coming home, so I…Ahhh!”

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