Like it’s the worst fucking secret she could ever keep.
But fuck me, it’s the most precious gift she could ever give me.
I close my eyes and shake my head.
“I don’t understand. I didn’t even say anything,” she mutters.
“You don’t have to.” I open my eyes again so I can look at her and marvel at her untouched beauty. “Your pussy told me enough.”
She looks stunned. “What?”
“No woman who’s so fucking hot and bothered that her wetness drips down her legs is ever going to clench her thighs when she feels a cock.” I grab the rope and pull her closer so she can’t look away. “Except you.”
She’s shaking, and I don’t know if it’s from the cold … or from the fact that she just admitted she’s never been fucked before.
But my God … if this isn’t the best fucking day ever.
“Jasmine Baas, a fucking virgin,” I say, smiling broadly. “What else did you lie to me about?”
“I didn’t lie,” she says.
“You told me you touched yourself before,” I say. “Was that a lie too?”
She shakes her head.
“How do I know you’re not lying now?”
She’s blushing hard now, and I love the look on her. It suits her. “Not everything I say is a lie.”
“Hmm …” The memory of me touching her clit for the very first time when I locked her up in my cabin comes to mind. She was so sensitive, even then, and I thought it was just because she’d had a dry spell. But now I’m beginning to wonder if she’s ever been touched at all.
“I’ve told you what you wanted to know,” she says, interrupting my train of thought.
I stand in front of her, my dick throbbing with desire, wanting nothing more than to claim her right here, right now. Instead, I grasp the rope above her wrists and cut through it in a single swipe.
Her body falls to the ground, and I grab her just in time before she tips over from the sudden change in balance. One arm around her back and another underneath her butt, and I lift her up into my arms.
“Why … why are you carrying me?” she mutters as I carry her back to my cabin. “I can walk perfectly f—”
“Your knees were caving in on you,” I rebuke. “I’m carrying you.”
Jasmine
* * *
I’m too stunned to even speak as he brings me back into the cabin and slams the door shut with his foot. He sets me down on the big, furry chair in front of the fire and goes to his knees in front of me. As my lips part to say something, I’m thrown off again when he grabs my foot and … massages it.
He’s actually fucking massaging my foot.
What the hell?
I’m suspicious of this sudden kindness. One moment, he’s a freak with wild sex-crazed eyes, and the next, he’s all sweet and gentle with me.
Even though I know he must still be bursting with desire.
Unless he finished himself off in here after he stormed off a minute ago.
Damn, why does the mere thought make me angry?