Page 108 of Unforgiving Queen
“Only because it’s on my mother’s necklace,” I spat.
“Extra punishment for you, then,” he said, but there was no heat in his voice. God, I wished all these emotions would go away. I wanted them wiped clean and forgotten.
“What punishment?” I cleared my throat. “I didn’t do anything wrong. You did.”
“You will answer my question one way or another.” His words felt like a bite of winter against my burning skin.
He unbuckled his belt and my eyes locked on his strong veiny hands as he slowly removed it.
“What type of punishment is this?” I didn’t like the husky, breathless tone to my voice. I despised this reaction to him. My whole body erupted with goosebumps, igniting flames everywhere he looked.
“What do you think?”
I shook my head, scrambling away from him. I couldn’t be liable for my actions if he touched me. It’d been too long.
He rounded the bed like a predator circling their prey, and the moment he reached over, I flinched, my back hitting the headboard.
“You can stop this any time,” he drawled. “Just answer the question.”
I swallowed. “Question?”
“Has Dante touched you? Kissed you?”
It made no sense why he wanted to know. I wasn’t questioning his transgressions over the past three years. I didn’t want to know of the women he’d been with.
“Fuck you.” There was no heat in my voice.
“Very well.” He wrapped the end of the belt around his strong hand and my breathing became labored.
Shudders traveled through my body and gathered between my legs. Holy fucking shit. Was I wet?
No. It couldn’t be. My body was confused, hypersensitive. Abstinence and loneliness put me at a disadvantage, and my body chose this exact moment to become sexually frustrated.
Amon effortlessly seized both my hands and a shock of electricity bolted through me at the contact.
It’d been three years since I was touched so intimately. The force of this attraction stilled me as he fastened my wrists to the headboard above my head.
A relieved breath left me. I didn’t think I was into belt play or any of that shit. The moment I thought that, I scolded myself.
I’d be engaging in no kind of play with this man.
The leather secured me to the board, stretching my arms and preventing me from moving.
“Amon, I’m serious,” I gritted, pissed off. “Unbind me or I’ll murder you when I escape this. I’m done with your bullshit.”
He ignored me, letting his forefinger slide from my wrist, down my arm, until he brought it to my cheek. Much to my horror, my lips parted and my skin sizzled beneath his touch.
“You will never be done with me, cinnamon girl.”
The audacity of this fucker.
“Release me.” I yanked on the stupid bindings, cursing myself for not thinking quicker on my feet.
But more than anything, I was disappointed at how I still desired him, how my whole being lit up in his proximity.
My nostrils filled with his citrusy scent, his heat seeping through my pores. My dress rubbed against my bare thighs, every inch of my body heightened with hormones that suddenly seemed to be in turbo mode.
My nipples were hard and achy.
