Page 57 of Bleed with Me

“Not important.” She circled the marble column, moving the chain a little. It loosened slightly, but my movement was still limited.

“Sit.” She pointed with a gun at the bed, a tiny place at the edge where I could plop my ass on. I obeyed, my brain refusing to come up with a witty remark because it was still recovering from our humiliating defeat.

My back was pressed against the cold column, my legs stretched on the mattress before me. The biting of the cuffs into my wrists intensified, but what worried me more than physical pain was my erect cock, resting teasingly against my abdomen.

Could this go worse?

When she first kidnapped me, I felt powerful and in control. But after that eventful encounter, followed by showing off how unhinged and wild she actually was, I wasn’t sure if I had any power at all. And the worst of it was, I loved it.

I loved that glint of pure insanity in her gorgeous eyes when she watched me strain against the restraints. I’d dreamt of seeing it since I’d woken up in the hospital.

I loved that she overpowered me while looking like it cost her no effort at all. And I tried to fight. I could swear on anything I held dear that I genuinely wished to get her. But she kicked my ass like a professional.

And, while hard to admit, I fucking loved not knowing what she planned to do with me. The uncertainty was confusing, but at the same time thrilling, even arousing.

Jesus Christ, I was fucked!

“Someone’s excited.” She stared at my dick hungrily, her eyes devouring it like it was the last slice of cake.

My brain conveniently chose that moment to remind me how great her mouth felt the last time she tasted me. I had to use all my self-control to keep my lips pressed together so nothing inappropriate would slip out.

“Let’s see what we can do about it.”

She shot me a wicked glance and looked around the luxuriously furnished room. I watched her with my brows furrowed, my hands tapping against the column to find something to help me escape, but the marble was too smooth to be useful.

While she shuffled through some stuff in the closet, I scanned my surroundings, but Malin made sure nothing dangerous, or in this case helpful, was in the room. This was simply a place to get laid and disappear.

Great! I really was at her mercy.

The thought excited me more than I was ready to admit, so I focused on her instead. She just placed a black rectangular box with ornamental engraving on the bed, pure menace shining in her eyes.

“Are you looking for something?” I asked in a hoarse voice as she slowly opened it and looked inside. Inside were condoms, lube, cotton pads, disinfectant, scissors, and some other things people might need. It was basically a first aid kit.

“I already found it.”

She picked a pack of condoms and lube, closed the box, and returned it to the closet. It made me wonder for a second how she knew precisely where to look, but I completely forgot about it when she threw the condom and lube at my legs.

“Are you going to do what I think you’re going to do?” I flirtatiously winked at her, trying to disguise the thrill that tingled in my cells as playfulness.

“I don’t think so, baby.”

She shook her head firmly, but her voice was sweet like honey. Slowly, almost seductively, she climbed onto the bed. The jeans hugged her toned thighs and amazing round ass, leaving very little to the imagination. My breathing seized when she spread my legs apart and nestled between them.

“Such a perfect body,” she praised. Her gloved hand touched my knee, traveling up my muscular thigh. My cock twitched in anticipation as she approached it, my entire body consumed by the fire her single touch ignited. “Who can blame me for wishing to mark it as mine, right?”

Her eyes glowed with possessiveness, her words hitting me like a punch to the gut.

“Mark it?” I breathed, staring at her hand wrapping around my dick. A tattoo, burns, bruises, and more violent ways to mark someone crossed my mind, but nothing seemed scary enough to make me tremble in fear. Just the opposite, the thought made me shiver with delight. Pain was never my enemy. I actually enjoyed it.

“Yes.” She nodded, her soft confirmation ringing in my ears like an angelic melody. “You need to learn who this body belongs to.”

I honestly wasn’t in the right state of mind to ponder her words. They sounded too territorial, too unhinged for an innocent observer. But I'd been part of the mafia world my entire life. This was the life I’d been committed to since I found out what pussy tasted like.

An ordinary, sane woman couldn’t give me this tingling feeling in my lower abdomen when my wife’s words surrounded my heart like a poisonous ivy rose. I needed depravity.

“How are you going to achieve that, ma vilaine?” I rasped, my gaze glued to her hand moving leisurely up and down my cock. Her other hand traveled up my torso, forcing goosebumps all over my skin.

“Patience, Dorian,” she whispered, and my gaze landed on those perfect plump lips. I stared in awe as she darted her tongue out and teased my pierced nipple with the tip. A zap of electrifying pleasure shot through me, hardening my cock more when she sucked and nibbled, playing with the golden ring while her hand jerked me off. I felt like I would explode like a fucking bomb at any second, but my villainess skillfully taunted me, yet didn’t allow me to come.