Page 23 of Condemned

“You swear that?”

“Yes.”

He ran a finger beneath her jaw, extended one claw so it dug in, pricked her. Her pupils dilated, she shuddered, and her already erect nipples seemed to tighten.

Well, now. Interesting.Touch was such a sensual pleasure.

She seemed to like the threat of his claw.

He narrowed his eyes. “Some females love being tied up. They see it as a form of freedom. They can say no, but think yes, give in to whatever I wish to do to them and not feel guilty.” He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, whispering, “And I, I love tying up my females.”

Her swallow was small.

“The truth, Avalon.”

He took her around the waist and hoisted her so she must straddle his legs. Between them, obvious and standing proud, his cock wobbled, eager to be inside her. He’d let her decide. Let her see what she wanted and make her beg.

“Tell me. With words.” He smiled.

Water dripped from her, from this shivering, softly panting girl with the parted lips and parted legs. Then, because maybe she needed to feel coerced, he took each of her nipples between finger and thumb. Avoiding the metal rings, he slowly crushed them.

“I’ll wait for your answer a little, not forever. You will say. Or you will hurt.”

This time she did moan. She leaned into his hold and fucking moaned.

Zo blinked. Oh, yes.

The slippery substance dripping from between her legs was not water.