I cock my head and lean in even closer. “Wanna use me? Fuck me? Just like all the other men in my life?”
His nose twitches, and his lips grow even thinner than before.
Suddenly, he lunges at me and grabs both my hands, pinning me to the bed while crouching on top of me.
“You think this is a game?” he growls.
“To you, it is,” I hiss.
I know he doesn’t like that I know how these things go, how men like him are. I can see it in his eyes, the rage building and building until it’s about to explode. But I can’t help myself. It’s the only way I’ve learned how to fight back. Not with strength but with emotion. If I cannot run, at least I can try to unravel my captor. Like a puzzle I need to put together to decode the grand scheme and make my escape.
However, before I can say anything else, he’s dragged me up the bed and reached behind the boards for a pair of cuffs that he attaches to my wrists, locking me in place.
He leans back up on his knees and gazes at me as if to admire his work.
“Shouldn’t talk back to me like that, angel,” he murmurs. “You will stay here until you’ve learned your lesson.”
“What? But I didn’t do anything,” I reply, jerking on the cuffs, but it’s no use. They’re tightly chained to the bed.
He plants both his hands on the headboard beside my head and leans over to glare at me from up close. His dreamy eyes wide, dark but inviting, like a siren’s call luring me into submission, but I won’t fall for that trap. I look away, angered that he’d take even more of my freedom by trapping me on this bed.
“You think you didn’t … but the mind can be a treacherous thing.” A devilish smirk forms on his lips, and he grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. “But I will help you.”
“Help?” I scoff. “All you’ve done is take more away from me.”
He nods. “And I will keep taking more …” He leans in closer until I can feel his breath on my skin. “And more …” His lips linger near my ear, whispering sweetly like a man drunk on the possibilities. “And more. Until you have nothing left to give, and even then …” His lips curl. “More.” That last word almost comes out with a wolfish growl, and it manages to make goose bumps scatter on my skin.
He smiles against my earlobe, his lips grazing my skin, tantalizing my senses as my body betrays me. I knew he was handsome the very first time I saw him, so handsome that it made me stop in my tracks and stare. When he’s this close, I can’t deny it does something to me, but being attractive won’t hide his sadistic ways.
“I don’t use … I don’t fuck …” The way he pronounces each word so carefully as though he wants me to linger on them like I would on a kiss makes me swallow hard. “I teach.”
I gulp. “Teach what?”
Pain? Anger? Fear?
“Humility,” he growls. His tongue dips out to drag a line from my ear to my cheek, where he leans away to look me in the eyes again. “Tell me … what did you think would happen when you provoked me like that?”
“You think that just because you call me angel I’ll be good? That I’m easy?” I hiss, trying to keep my resolve even though it’s crumbling fast, knowing that I’m locked in his chains.
“Easy? No.” He bites his bottom lip, and for some reason, my eyes home in on it. “Willing … yes.”
I frown. “I didn’t—”
He plants a finger against my lips and says, “You asked.” His eyes narrow as his hand slides down my thigh, my body twisting and contorting so I don’t feel the heat rising in my belly or have to face the wetness pooling between my legs when he gets closer and closer.
“And now it’s time for you to beg.”
He takes his hand away and crawls off the bed, leaving me breathless, filled with an unwanted desire I can’t place and wish I could rinse off.
He steps away and fishes something from his pocket, a tiny device with a few buttons on it.
I frown. “What is that? What are you going to do?”
He bites his lip again and looks at me with a certain type of delight that I can only describe as vicious. “What you deserve.”
He pushes the button, and suddenly, everything in my body begins to vibrate.
“What the…?” I mutter, trying to keep it together.
But then he cranks it up a notch, and I’m practically vibrating across the bed. Only the cuffs keep me in place. The more I focus, the harder it becomes, and it’s only then that I realize where the vibrations are coming from.