Page 58 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. Two
“Aww,” Rhett says with mock sympathy. “You’re trying so hard, but it’s futile, isn’t it? I’ll give you an A for effort, at least.”
“Fuck you,” I grit out.
Never in getting to know Wren did I think she’d teach me something about fighting—playfully or not. But here I am, about ready to take a page from her book.
“Why are you smiling like that?” Rhett demands.
“Can’t help it.” Quickly, I go for his armpits, tickling him and praying I’m not about to get myself killed.
Rhett reacts immediately, shouting and scrambling off me. As soon as we’re both on his feet, he smiles sadistically. “Oh, you’re gonna pay for that.”
There’s nowhere for me to run. I try to jump and roll across the bed, but Rhett follows me. Just as I’m about to put distance between us, he pulls me back with a strong grip on the back of my neck.
Rhett throws me onto the mattress before covering my body with his. Our heaving chests are pressed up against each other as he leaves another hot, fierce kiss on my mouth.
“Do I need to restrain you?” he growls. “Force you into cuffs and make you take whatever I decide to give you?”
I groan. Desperately, I move my head toward his for another kiss, but he pulls back.
“Maybe,” he says with a sadistic grin, “I should mark you up so everyone knows just who you belong to.”
“Fucking hell, Rhett,” I gasp. “Just dosomething.”
On the last syllable, Rhett grips my jaw and forces it open wider. He spits into my mouth, and his eyes darken with satisfaction as I swallow. “Such a good boy,” he murmurs. “You want my dick?”
“God, yes.”
He kisses me, and his tongue delves into my mouth and tangles with my own. And just because I can—just because he thinks I’m finally done fighting—I buckhim off of me. He lands on his side, so I quickly force him onto his back and straddle him.
“But first,” I say, grinning, “maybe I’ll makeyouwork for it.”
“Oh, really?” Since I’m not holding down his hands, he’s easily able to grab my cock and stroke it. He only does it enough to pull a groan out of me before he stops.
“Rhett,” I pant.
“You want more of that?”
I let out a frustrated grunt and move to replace his hand with my own, but he catches my wrist before I’m able to get to my dick. “You know I do.”
“Then get on the floor on your knees, pretty boy.” He shoves me to the side before I can even move.
As I get into position, Rhett gets up and grabs something from his bag. Leather cuffs linked together.
“Since you’re being a pain in my ass today,” he says as he secures them to my wrists behind my back. “Maybe these will remind you who’s in charge here.”
“In charge? You? Are you sure?”
“Goddammit, Ell. You’ve got no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”
Oh yes I do.
Rhett yanks his clothes off, and my mouth waters at the sight of him. Not just his cock, but his body. Beautiful, rounded, sharpened, and for the moment, all mine to enjoy. There’s a safety that comes with losing ourselves in each other’s bodies, and it’s been far too long since Rhett and I did so alone.
“Open your mouth,” he commands.
I smirk.
“You’re really gonna make this harder on yourself? Fuck, of course you are.” He brushes the tip of his dick against my lips, teasing me, and I almost open my mouth for him just so I can get a taste.
