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The smile might not reach her eyes, but the fact that she did at all, completely ignoring my gun, was a reaction wildly out of my experience with people. I didn’t know what to expect next from her.
Which was why I dropped the rope on the bed beside her and grasped her wrists in one hand before I carefully put the gun on the nightstand. With my longer arms, it should be well away from her reach, but I still held her wrists tightly. She relaxed beneath my hold, not fighting it, patiently waiting.
Ivy
Tomas’ caution was making me feel very odd. Like when I was in the bathtub and he so gently bathed my breasts and between my legs, not lingering or copping a feel. None of Don Bianco’s men had ever treated me like this much of a threat. In a way, it almost felt respectful.
Especially for a man Tomas’ size. He was easily three times larger than me. A huge brute of a man.
Yet his grip on my wrists, though firm, was also gentle. He wasn’t trying to hurt me. He was just making sure I was held in place. I didn’t try to fight. It would have been useless even if I’d wanted to. And I was trying to lull him into a sense of complacency. While it might be nice to know he respected me as a threat, when it came to escaping, it would likely make things more difficult.
Like the fact that once he put the gun down, he started wrapping rope around my wrists. Not both at once. One, then the other. Looping it through. Then to the spindles on the headboard and then back around my wrists again. Tying my hands to the bed just as thoroughly as he’d tied me to the chair.
A tiny tremor of fear went through me, wondering if this was when he’d show his true nature. If this was when the pain would begin. I braced myself for the possibility – what almost felt like an inevitability.
The knots tightened, my wrists securely wrapped, his hands slid down my arms to my breasts. This time when he cupped them, there was nothing clinical or passive about it. He cupped and squeezed. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make me gasp as a shocking sensation went through me, straight from my breasts to between my legs.
That odd ache between my thighs was starting again, an unfamiliar sensation curling inside me.
His thumbs rubbed over my nipples, which were now hard and sensitive, and I gasped again, arching slightly and pushing my breasts up against his palms. That felt… I didn’t have the words.
No one had ever handled my breasts this gently before.
Tomas shifted on the bed beside me, moving down so he could lean over my breasts and suck one of my nipples into his mouth – I drew in a shocked breath at the same time. He didn’t bite or gnaw. He sucked. Laved his tongue over the tip. I suddenly could barely breathe as the sensation exploded inside me.
It felt good.
So good.
My legs came together, putting pressure on the new ache between them as he squeezed and kneaded with firm fingers. His teeth scraped over my throbbing bud, but it didn’t hurt. Not at all. It was just new sensation. New pulsing pleasure.
His other hand shifted, fingers coming up to pinch the nipple he wasn’t suckling and making me writhe.
I moaned, shuddering.
What was he doing to me?
And why?
Chapter Seven
Ivy
Pleasure coursed through me even as Tomas lifted his head. He didn’t pause to look at me, but immediately moved his mouth over to my other breast. Releasing my nipple from the pinch of his fingers, he replaced the grip with his lips, his other hand now covering the breast he’d just been suckling.
I didn’t understand the point of this. Any of this.
Yet I couldn’t find my voice to ask him.
Wasn’t sure I’d want to even if I could, because the truth was I didn’t want him to stop. Something had ignited inside me. Like an itch that was begging to be scratched. A need I’d never known before.
Then he started to move his mouth down my stomach, shifting me and hooking his arms through my legs. I cried out as he pushed his hands along the backs of my thighs, bending my body in half. My knees hit my shoulders and his mouth descended onto my pussy.
Oh god.
It felt…
There weren’t words.
