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I switched the vibrator off, lifted it from her clit, and withdrew my fingers.

Isabella made a sound somewhere between a curse and a growl.

“You fucking bastard.”

I laughed.

She yanked at the tie. “Untie me so I can kill you.”

“Color?”

Her eyes flashed.

“Green. I’m still considering murder.”

I set the vibrator aside and moved up her body. The clamps were still fastened to her nipples.

I touched the first one.

Her expression changed immediately. “Those are going to hurt coming off, aren’t they?”

“Aye.”

“You look much too happy about that.”

“I’ve had an excellent evening.”

I released the first clamp.

She gasped as the pressure vanished and blood rushed back into the sensitive nipple. Her back arched before she could stop it.

“Oh, fuck—that hurts worse coming off. You absolutely undersold that part.”

“One more.”

I removed the second.

The sharper cry she gave me went straight to my cock, and her thighs pressed together as another pulse of sensation ran through her.

I caught her hip before she could start chasing it.

“Not yet.”

“I hate you a little right now.”

I laughed and reached above her head to loosen the tie. Once the knot gave, I freed her wrists and rubbed my thumbs over the faint impressions the tie had left behind.

“There. You’ve earned your hands back.”

She brought them down slowly, flexing her fingers before looking at me with a warning I didn’t believe for a second.

The final photograph was still waiting.

Chapter forty-three

Ireached for my phone one last time.

Isabella groaned before I even turned the screen toward her. “I already know which one that is.”