Page 67 of Claim Me
In my dreams and fantasies, I’d thought of a powerful man controlling my every move, forcing me to surrender to his wantsand needs. But never had I imagined someone with such fierce power. Just watching his dark eyes sweep over me ignited my core.
The question from before was answered within seconds as he bound my wrists, tying a knot with expertise. Now I was his prisoner to do with what he wanted. That only heightened the excitement, keeping me on edge, my mind a fuzzy blur.
“So fucking beautiful.” Why was it the darkness of his words, the understanding that we’d crossed a permanent line thrill me so much?
I shifted, almost disobeying him, but was quickly reminded of my place when he pinched my nipple harder than before. The pain created a wave of white-hot heat tickling every muscle.
When I whimpered, he pressed his finger against his lips, as if anyone could hear us. But I did as I was told, determined to be a good girl.
For now.
“Do not move,” he growled as he backed away. There was no pretense in what he was doing as he stripped off his shirt or in the way he unfastened his belt. I knew exactly what he wanted.
And what he would do.
Devour me.
He took his time even as he kicked off his shoes, the long line of his muscular legs keeping me enthralled. I shifted my hips back and forth, fisting and flexing my hands. His wry smile indicated he believed I’d defy him once again. What if I did? What would he do?
I waited not so patiently as he unzipped his trousers, licking my lips in appreciation as he peeled the material aside, exposing his black boxers. I’d never known a man could be sexy in underwear, but dear God, he was.
Everything was finally removed, his unwanted clothes kicked aside. He stretched his arms, every movement allowing my gaze to fall on another perfect inch.
At least I could bask in his masculinity, raking my gaze down from the dark stubble covering his jaw to the exquisite bone structure of his shoulders and chest. Then I allowed my eyes to fall to his detailed tattoos on one arm, every one of them a creation of beauty. The rest of him was utter perfection. The deep V cut of his abdomen gave way to a deliciously thick and throbbing cock. The moment shared seemed so forbidden yet so right. I wasn’t certain what to call it, but the taste hadn’t been enough.
For either one of us.
This wasn’t forever. This was barely a moment in time, but it was one I’d remember for weeks, months, and years to come.
When I wiggled against the wall, feeling music deep within my soul, his nostrils flared. He shook his head slowly, another reminder, but as he flexed his hand, rubbing it down his chest, he knew I couldn’t look away. With a single dark chuckle, he stroked his cock several times. My mouth watered. My heart hammered to the rhythm of an invisible drum.
And I was almost desperate for him to touch me.
I chewed on my lower lip, locking on the glistening beads covering his cockhead. I was flustered from the sight of his swollen balls, hanging low between his muscular thighs. He wasa creation straight from a Greek god. I was swooning, heat rising across my jaw.
He seemed amused, but his hunger was more overwhelming than anything else. I could tell by the darkness of his eyes, the shimmer around his irises that he was thinking about all the ways to defile me. I wasn’t a fool with regard to sex, yet my lack of real experience made me feel vulnerable. He rolled his hand between his legs, squeezing his balls.
“The things I want to do to you.” His deep voice penetrated my very soul. “This is a very bad thing we’re doing.”
“I know.”
“It can’t happen again.”
“Yes, I understand.” But in my heart, I knew we would fight the control, succumbing to the hunger from our unexplainable connection.
“Do you really? I’m a very bad man.” Was he simply teasing or issuing a stark warning?
I thought about his admittance. “You just want everyone around you to believe you are so you can push them away.”
Kazimir cocked his head, his eyes reflecting surprise. “Don’t analyze me, my perfect virtuoso. You won’t like what you discover.”
“Too late.” My admittance was hard, still unwanted by the frightened girl who’d lost her family. But the woman inside cheered.
“Be careful what you’re wishing for,” he growled, his words sending a shiver down my spine. I twisted in my bindings, butthe knot was too tight. “When I take what I want, there’s no turning back.”
I wanted to ask him what he meant, but I just didn’t care. “Fuck me, Kazimir. Please.”
I’d never been tied up before and for a few seconds, I was terrified, but I trusted him more than I had anyone but my brother. He’d been my lifeline. Now the job belonged to the dark, brooding Russian with the dangerous glint in his eyes.
