“Untie me! Right now!” Her hands flexed under the net of knots as she swung her head, trying to knock off the blindfold. “Where are you, motherfucker?”

Across the bedroom, he reclined against the wall and devoured her sublime anger.

The redder her skin flushed, the faster his heart beat. The louder she screamed, the harder his cock grew. He should go to her, calm her, but he couldn’t stop staring at the beauty of her distress.

He might as well have been a psychopath. Most of the time, he could control his urges and find a release valve in his workouts. But without exercise, he didn’t have a way to burn off the need for pain.

Did he think about whipping her, spanking her, applying clamps or constriction bands?

Nah. Not his thing.

Did he want to cut her skin, piss on her tits, and insert needles into her tender female parts?

Fuck, yes.

Blood, come, and urine—any or all of it covering Kate’s body made him painfully hard.

“Tiago!” She tried to arch her back but couldn’t gain a millimeter in the restraints. “I won’t surrender to this, you son of a bitch. Let me go!”

Although she had no idea what he had planned, she still wasn’t receptive.

In his estimation, it took some level of mental scarring for a person to be open to the indulgences of a sadist.

He didn’t buy into the delusion of a power exchange that was prevalent in the BDSM community. People abused those positions of power, and he was no different.

Kate was smart enough to understand this, and maybe that was why she wanted no part of it.

That didn’t mean he would change. Not that he could, even if he wanted to. He was warped beyond hell, with warped problems that had no simple solutions.

But none of that mattered tonight. The sexiest, most desirable woman in the world was trussed up in his bed, and he intended to put a smile on her angelic face. And maybe a few tears.

Pushing off the wall, he prowled toward her on soundless feet. With the blindfold on, she didn’t sense his approach, didn’t know he leaned over her until he fisted her hair and yanked her lips to his.

She gasped at the sudden contact, and he swept his tongue in with hungry lashes, kissing her hard and deep. His need for her raged, and he didn’t hold back.

His hands went everywhere, pulling, bruising, and grabbing at her beneath the rope. He consumed her lips, licked the graceful column of her neck, and sucked the rise of her perfect breasts before returning to her mouth.

She whimpered beneath the harsh strokes of his tongue, fighting and yielding, giving and taking, drowning and resuscitating, and no doubt hating him to the end of hell and back.

People like him should never fall in love. His wife couldn’t reciprocate. Kate was smart enough to guard her heart. But it was too late for him.

He loved her at a deadly, explosive, unstoppable level.

He came up for air, his mouth hovering a fraction away.

“Please, Tiago.” She panted. “I need to see.”

“The blindfold stays.” From the bedside drawer, he removed the jewelry he’d sterilized and the supplies he needed. “I have three gifts for you. The first one will make you angry as hell.”

“I’m already angry.” Her chest heaved, causing the rope to pinch her tits. “Gifts are supposed to make people happy.”

“This might bring you happiness someday.”

“Oh God.” Her face paled. “You’re going to cut—?”

“Shhh.” He pressed a finger against her mouth and sat on the bed beside her hip. “No cutting tonight.”

She looked so breathtakingly erotic lying there on her back, with her legs and arms tied to the mattress.

He’d stretched the rope across her torso in an X pattern that made her breasts accessible while preventing movement in her core. She couldn’t lift or twist or do anything below the neck.

He leaned down, examining the three new cuts that sketched along the side of her ribs. He’d added those swirls a week ago, without her consent. Nothing like the one on her leg, the small carvings had only taken minutes, just a few quick turns of his blade before he’d buried himself inside her.

“What are you doing?” Fear trickled into her voice.

He pinched her nipples and tugged hard, elongating the peaks. “Tonight, I’m going to pierce these.”

“Fuck,” she said with a gulp. “Can we talk about it?”

“No.” Bending close, he spoke at her ear. “This gift means the most to me, Kate.”

“Why? Because it’s going to hurt the most?”

“That has nothing to do with it.”

Maybe someday he would tell her exactly what he was giving her.

“Stay still.” He squeezed her left breast, letting her know which one he was starting with.

Boones had instructed him on how to safely clean and pierce the area. With the preparations done, he didn’t draw it out.

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