Ruthless Prince (Dark Syndicate 1)

My mouth falls open when my gaze lands on a large metal St. Andrews Cross unit by the wall and a little table that holds an assortment of restraints. Chains, handcuffs, ropes, and a whip.

BDSM. That’s what this is. That’s what I’m looking at.

In only a few weeks, I’ve given away my first kiss, lost my virginity, and now look at me. What am I doing now? What am I agreeing to?

“Are you scared, Princess?” he asks. My gaze drifts from the cross to him. “I want to tie you up and fuck you. I want to live out a wild, dark, reckless fantasy I’ve had of you since I saw you at the charity ball.”

The thought of a man like him fantasizing about me is what hooks me and pulls me into the fantasy of allowing him to tie me up and do whatever he wants to me.

“Does that frighten you, Princess Emelia?” he asks again.

“No,” I answer. I’m not sure if I meant to say that, though, because truthfully, I’m frightened and everything inside me should be telling me to run away. It’s just not. My brain isn’t working more than to tell me to say yes.

Agree. Agree to everything this man wants to do to me.

The flame of satisfaction lights up his eyes. Desire blazes deep within them, with molten heat so hot his stare burns me up.

“Will you allow me to tie you up?” He moves away from the curtain and takes my hand. Lifting it to his mouth, he plants a kiss on my knuckles. “You can say no. I give you freedom to tell me to fuck off because this is too much. But I want you like this.”

I want him to want me.

“I… want to,” I answer and swallow against the desire that burns the back of my throat.

“You have to trust me. This is us. It would be as simple as that. You and me.”

“Yes,” I answer. It’s the easiest yes I’ve ever given because I want that too.

“Your safe word is Red, Princesca. I will not hurt you, but if I do anything you don’t want me to do or you want me to stop, you say Red. Understand?”

“I understand.”

He closes his hand over mine and ushers me to the cross. While I look over the structure, he takes a pair of leather cuffs from the table and secures one cuff to the left side of the cross, pushing the chain through the little hoop at the top.

He holds out his hand to me, asking for mine. I give it to him. He then secures th

e cuff to my wrist and repeats the same thing on the other side.

Before securing my ankles, he takes off my panties. When he’s done and I’m tied up, I realize I’m completely at his mercy.

I’ve more than given over my body to him. I’ve given him my choice and my mind. My heart made me do it.

He steps out of his pants and boxers, shedding his clothes so we’re both naked.

Walking over to me, he crouches down and buries his face between my thighs to start a slow suckle on my clit. He sucks, and the slow softness makes me more aroused.

The chains on the cuffs on my legs are slightly longer so I can move just enough and he can position me how he wants to eat me out. The cuffs around my wrists are long enough so I can bend forward. All are adjusted to move me into whatever sexual position he wants me to be in. I shuffle against his ruthless tongue as he thrashes over my opening, tantalizing my body.

“Oh God!” I cry out, throwing my head back. “Fuck.” I come before I can pull in another breath. Wetness flows from me right into his mouth. As he drinks, he reaches up to massage my nipples. With the restraints on me, I can’t move in the way I would to take the pleasure. It feels good but painful in a strange way because of the overload of intense pleasure.

“Massimo!” I scream. He answers with a dark chuckle.

“Scream my name, Princesca. Scream until you can’t talk. I’m not finished with you yet.”

I rasp out a breath when he dives back in and continues feasting on me. This time, his tongue feels amazing, and the fact that I can’t move more than what I am holds me in the grip of pleasure to take what he’s giving my body.

Dirty, dark, dangerous pleasure I’m now drunk on and greedy for when he feeds me more. I come again, screaming. No words come out, just a sound that tears from my lips, of raw, primal pleasure.

Massimo gets up and licks his lips, licking up the nectar from my pussy that dripped down the side of his mouth.