He moved them, bucking his head back against me to dislodge my hold. But he was too tall, the base of his head only crashed into my forehead, and though it hurt, it wasn’t enough to disable me. Instead, I used his off-balance momentum to curl one of my legs around one of his and press until he squawked in pain and folded to the ground. I pressed my knee hard into the middle of his back, my hand still around his throat so that he buckled farther, falling on his belly to the ground.
I wrenched his hands behind his back and took the cuffs out from where I’d hidden them between my thighs so that I could lock him up.
There was a scuffling in the hall, and strong voices crackled over the radios.
I ignored them to lean forward on Sherwood’s back and whisper in his ear. “How does it feel to be bested by a woman?”
He cursed at me, but I only laughed as I got up, leaving him on the floor as I stepped away and police swarmed the room.
“Hey, Sherwood? You never know, maybe someone will make you their slave in jail,” I taunted.
And fuck, did it feel good.
Much later, after the calamity had cleared and police interviews were conducted, after we’d shared a celebratory drink with Dante and Salvatore in a little bar in Brooklyn, Alexander and I had gone back to my apartment. It was vacant because Giselle had gone on a last-minute Christmas trip to Paris, and Alexander took full advantage. His mouth was on mine the moment we opened the door, my dress was unzipped down the front and my breasts were in his hand by the time we made it to the kitchen. He didn’t even take me to the bedroom.
Instead, he pushed me chest down over the cold marble island with my hands behind my back and my legs spread luridly so that the cool air of the apartment brushed over my sex.
“Stay,” he ordered, swatting my ass so hard I hissed.
The sharp sting melted into a pleasant ache as he moved away, walking around me to do something out of my sight. I kept my cheek pressed to the marble, unwilling to disobey him even to sneak a peek at what he could be collecting.
I knew whatever it was, even if it first brought pain, it would ultimately lead to a mind-bending orgasm.
My body was already primed with heady adrenaline from successfully taking down the Order in three separate international locations. The war wasn’t over by any means—there were still criminal trials to be had and evidence to be sorted through—but the greater threat was eliminated, and I was fucking ecstatic over it.
From the way Alexander had practically mauled me in the car and on our way into the apartment, I sensed he felt the same.
He returned to his place behind me and crouched down, his breath wafting over my wet pussy, his hands finding my ass and kneading hard into the flesh there.
“So fucking beautiful,” he said in his low, heavy Dominant voice. “So fucking mine.”
I gasped as he rasped his tongue from the top of my cunt all the way up over my ass. It felt as though he’d pulled a zipper and wetness went pooling out over my cunt in its wake.
He played a thumb roughly in the new dampness and then moved away.
“Do you remember what I told you when I found you at The Hunt? I told you that you were mine to protect and comfort just as you were mine to play with and use. Tonight, after bloody years of trying, I finally succeeded in ridding the world of the Order so you could be safe. And now, topolina, I am going to use you. Are you ready to be fucked hard by your Master?”
I groaned as lust bubbled in my belly like lava waiting to explode from a volcano. “Yes, Master.”
“Good, little mouse,” he praised over the sound of something ripping. “Now hold still while I pin you down.”
I trembled as something slightly sticky wound around my ankle, adhering it to the wooden leg of the kitchen island. He wrapped it over and over until I couldn’t move an inch before moving to the next ankle. I didn’t realize what the substance was until he used it to bind my hands at the wrists behind my back. He was using kitchen plastic wrap.
Once bound, he hummed his pleasure and ran a big hand from the top of my head along the bumps in my spine over my ass and between my legs where he cupped my pussy, and it wept against his palm.
“Look at this pussy so wet for me, and I’ve barely touched you,” he murmured, giving me a short, light slap that made me moan. “You’ve always been so greedy for my cock. Don’t worry, bella, I’ll give it to you every single way you can have it by the end of the night.”