Page 23 of Reckless Desires

His tongue finds the sensitive spot where my thigh meets my groin, circling it with maddening precision. My hips rock involuntarily, seeking more contact. The rope above us creaks as I move, the sound barely registering through the haze building in my mind.

His other hand joins the first to grip my other ass cheek. He holds me steady, controlling my movements as my body betrays me.

I shake my head. "No," I manage to say, the word barely audible.

His response is to bite me again, harder this time, right at the junction of thigh and hip. I cry out, the sound echoing in the empty room. My body arches, seeking more of his touch, more of his mouth, more of everything he's offering.

The ropes dig into my wrists, but the pain has transformed into something else—a sharp counterpoint to the pleasure building between my legs. Every nerve ending fires, my skin hypersensitive to his touch. His tongue traces patterns that make my toes curl, his teeth leaving marks I know I'll feel for days.

"You taste like desperation," he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. "And something sweeter."

I want to respond, to say something clever or defiant, but words fail me. All I can do is feel—the heat of his mouth, the pressure of his hands, the strain in my muscles, the building tension coiling in my core. My hips move with a rhythm I didn't choose, chasing something I can't name but desperately need.

His tongue slides higher, teasing along the edge of the thin lingerie. I grind against him, shameless now, all thoughts of escape forgotten. All that matters is his mouth, his hands, the pleasure mounting with each passing second.

Just as I'm about to tip over the edge, just as my body tightens in anticipation of release, Killian pulls away.

His mouth leaves my skin. His hands release my ass. His head slips from between my thighs. I'm left dangling, empty, aching with unfulfilled need. My legs fall limp, body swaying gently from the hook.

"You’re crazy," I gasp, trying to make sense of the sudden abandonment.

The ropes bite into my wrists again, the pain sharp now without pleasure to mask it. My thighs throb where his mouth was, the skin sensitized and craving more. I'm left hanging, literally and figuratively, breathless with the taste of what could have been still lingering in the air.

He just smiles, a slow, deliberate curve of his lips that promises everything and delivers nothing. Slowly walking backward, he stops when he reaches the cart, then pulls it forward in my direction. Smirking as he reaches me, dangling lifeless, he kneels to the ground, grabbing shackles that are on the floor and clasping them around my ankles.

He has control and has made it very clear. There’s no way for me to get down. I’m stuck here until he decides otherwise. Standing on my tiptoes, ankles chained to the floor, hands high above my head, he turns his back to leave. I'm strung there like a toy for his pleasure. I need to get back control.

“Please,” I beg. “I’ll behave. I’ll do what you want.”

This makes him turn around, and now I need to focus on survival until I can find a better way to get out of here.

Chapter Fourteen

Killian

She hangs there on the hook, legs limp, toned muscles in her arms looking tense, and the glistening between her thighs has me rock hard. I look at her like she’s a masterpiece. Her heavy breathing brings attention to her hardened nipples poking out of the lingerie, begging to be touched.

“What do you want from me?” she whimpers.

Liliana, Providence’s high-class Socialite known to be a materialistic little brat who just likes spending money, begs for my mercy. But I’m no fool; I know to proceed with caution. Women like her are masters of manipulation.

I take slow, deliberate steps toward her. My eyes lock onto hers.

“You’re just bait,” I say, my voice low and deliberately casual as I slide my hands into my pockets. The calmness in my demeanor is out of place amid the tension surrounding us. “I’m hoping your tie to Alessio will wake him up. He has a lot of IOUs that he’s stubbornly ignoring.”

“What makes you think I have power over that?” Liliana is still defiant, although I can see the slight tremor of her clenched fists. She’s trying to project strength, but by the way her breath quickens, the subtle widening of her eyes, and the way they dart to the door behind me, it gives her away. I do admire her resilience.

Her body goes rigid as I step closer. “If I didn’t think you did, you wouldn’t be here.” My words are as sharp as a knife.

“If that’s what you want to think,” she retorts. Her chin slightly quivers.

“I don’t have the patience to deal with a snob,” I warn, leaning just a fraction closer, watching her swallow hard. “This can go one of two ways. Either you behave and don’t piss me off, or you become more of a problem than a solution, and believe me, I’ll torch that pretty face of yours.”

Her eyes widen, that defiance now melting away, as she realizes I am not playing around. I see the pulse at her throat quicken, the way her breath catches in her chest. She nods. I turn away, striding back toward the wooden door. Right before exiting, I loosen the rope and hear a thud on the ground. I leave her there as she struggles to regain her composure. The door's still open behind me. She'll find her way back into the house just fine.

As I step outside the barn house, my phone begins to ring. Cameron's name flashes across the screen. I can’t help the victorious smile from creeping onto my face as I look up to the moon looming large and bright in the dark sky above.

“Hello,” I answer while glancing over my shoulder to see Liliana slowly pushing herself up from the floor.