Page 58 of Million Dollar High

Until I set you free…

She’d tried to drown out those five words since he’d spoken them. Heck, she had a lot of things to worry about between now and whenever Noah deemed it right to toss her aside.

But the threat grew in her mind until she whimpered with the pain of it.

Fuck. She was trussed up like a chicken, her sex bared to her primitive and possessive lover, and all she could think about was some point in the future when he would throw her away like a used rag.

The minutes ticked by, slow and excruciating. Her wrist began to throb as the painkillers Noah had given her earlier wore off. She wanted to call out to him but knew that he needed to take time.

At last, footsteps approached, and her mind gratefully emptied of everything except the man stalking toward the bedroom.

He entered, and her lungs ceased to work.

He’d said he needed a minute. He’d taken close to half an hour. And yet that look of a feral predator clung to him. His beautifully sculpted chest rose and fell in heaves, and his jaw clenched hard enough to rival granite.

A glass containing amber liquid on ice hung from his fingers. He raised it to his mouth and sipped before shutting the bedroom door. Either he’d replaced his drink or he’d smashed something else earlier. The memory of that violence sent a shiver racing over her body.

Strolling to the bed, he slid a hand under her head and held the glass to her lips. The scent of whiskey hit her nostrils. She took a sip and felt it burn down her throat.

Lazily, he tested the ropes then stopped at the bottom of the bed.

He was sculpted so beautifully it hurt to look at him; nevertheless, Leia couldn’t take her eyes off his golden perfection.

Despite his damp trousers and the air-conditioning blasting into the room, the enormous hard-on Noah sportedwas unmistakable. Her racing heart sprinted faster. Instinctively, she tried to pull her knees together, to savor that sweet ache between her thighs. But the ropes wouldn’t give more than an inch or two.

Mesmerizing blue eyes gleamed as he watched her struggle. Lifting his glass to his lips every few minutes, he stared at her, claiming her from head to toe with a ruthlessly possessive look which promised complete annihilation.

Tilting his head back to finish his drink, Noah walked round and placed the glass on the nightstand. Reaching in, he caught a cube of ice between his fingers, then sat down on the bed.

He started at her forehead, a delicate touch that sent a judder slamming to her core. Her nipples tightened and goosebumps broke out all over her body. Next, he touched the ice to the pulse racing at her throat, then to the crook of her elbows above where the ropes held her down.

“Ah,” she groaned, her knees jerking together again as the ache between her legs intensified.

Drops of moisture trailed the swiftly melting ice down the inside of her arm, over her collarbone and up her opposite arm. The size of the cube had reduced to half when he trailed it between her breasts. He left it there and just stared at her.

A muscle jumped in his cheek, and his breathing grew long and deep as if in a trance.

“Noah…” She stopped, unable to find the words to release him from the strange head space he was lost in.

He cupped her jaw and lowered his face to hers. “If I decided to keep you here, tied in my bed forever, would you hate me?” he whispered fiercely.

Her heart hammered. “Noah?”

“You’ve completely fucked with my head. I can’t think straight when you’re out of my sight. So, now you’re mine, I’mthinking the best way forward is to keep you here like this for eternity.”

Licking her lips, she attempted to pull him out of his weird funk. “You could, but the maid would find me like this, and she’d call the cops. Some idiot will put me in a museum display case labelled The Woman Who Died From Coming Too Much. I’d be ruined forever.”

One corner of his mouth twitched, but any trace of mirth quickly disappeared again. He traced his fingers over her collarbone and watched two rivulets of water roll beneath her breasts. She shivered again as the last of the ice melted. He took another cube from the glass and traced it around her navel, down to the top of her mound. Leaving it there, he stood and removed his trousers and briefs.

Dear God…

Thick veins curled over his engorged cock, its broad and beautiful head touching his belly button. His balls hung heavy and tight and her mouth watered with the need to taste him.

A bead of melted ice rolled onto her clit. “Oh!” Her hips bucked hard enough to rock the bed. He calmly picked up the dislodged ice and placed it back on her mound.

“Dislodge it again and you don’t get fucked until morning.”

She stilled immediately, her mouth dropping open on a shocked breath. There was no way she’d last if he carried out the threat. Swallowing, she watched him watch her. The intensity of his gaze seared her as he traced his hands up and down her inner thighs. Another bead of water touched her throbbing nub and she shuddered. Never in her wildest dreams would she have guessed how insane a cube of ice could drive her.

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