Page 11 of Temptation
At the base of the bed, there’s a door to the cage. It’s shut, but I crawl toward it and grab the bars, pulling and pushing with all my strength.
But they’re as unmoving as the sycamore trees this suite is named after. The door to the cage is locked.
Then I see him.
Sitting in a velvet armchair in the corner of the room, one foot resting on the other knee as he watches me.
“You,” I gasp. “You tricked me.”
His lips turn up into a smile that makes his face devastatingly handsome. He rises from the chair, slow and confident. My pulse skitters up a notch, and my insides flip as he slowly walks over to the bars until he’s standing a few feet away from me.
“Let me out.” I rattle the cage, and the stranger shakes his head slowly.
“Not yet.”
His gaze flicks down my body. His eyes go hooded, and his tongue darts out to lick his lips. The action makes my body heat. I follow his gaze, and he’s looking unashamedly at my breasts.
In the flimsy excuse for a nightgown that he left me last night, my over-sized breasts are pushed tight against the silk. Lacy patterns graze the top of my breasts, and leaning forward like I am, he’s getting a good view right down the valley of my cleavage.
My breath hitches. I should pull a blanket over me and cover myself from his scrutiny. But Ilikehis gaze on me, his wicked eyes searching my virgin body and the look of hunger in them.
He’s my captor. He doesn’t deserve an eyeful.
I sit up quickly, and my breasts jiggle as they fall into place. My breathing is labored, and he’s making me feel things that I shouldn’t feel for someone who’s locked me in a cage.
“Let me out.” My voice is a whisper.
The man pulls his gaze up to my face, and it lingers on my lips before he meets my eyes. He takes a step closer to me so that our faces are inches apart through the bars. He’s breathing just as hard as I am, his nostrils flaring with every breath.
He’s turned on.
The thought travels through my body, inflaming my skin and tugging at my core. This beautiful, powerful, dangerous man is turned on by me.
“You seemed intrigued last night; I thought you might like to try it.”
His eyes rove over my body and linger on my breasts. Through the thin fabric, there’s no hiding the peaks of my nipples. To my horror, they harden under his gaze, forming nubs that I’m aching to touch.
I’m aching for him to touch.
As if reading my thoughts, a low chuckle emanates from his throat.
“I won’t touch you, coniglietto. Your virtue is safe. I only watch. But you should touch yourself. I want to watch you run your fingers over your nipples and give yourself pleasure. Slide your hand up your negligee and show me your virgin pussy.”
I’m rooted to the spot, his dirty talk causing fireworks to explode in my body and a sinful heat to course through my veins. I’m torn between wanting my freedom and thinking about the trio I saw in the cage last night. The things they were doing to each other as the stranger watched and the way it awakened a longing inside me.
My hand trembles as I place it on my thigh. The place between my legs burns to be touched, and I ache for a release. The stranger’s eyes follow my hand as I slide the white silk up my leg.
My breathing is ragged. I don’t know what I’m doing, giving into my desires and the desires of a stranger. I only know that I need a release from the throbbing between my legs.
I feel lightheaded with desire, and I reach out a hand and grasp one of the bars to steady myself. The cold metal pulls me back to reality.
I’m in a fucking cage, and I was about to get myself off for the man who put me here. Not happening.
I drop the hem of my negligee and scoot to the back of the bed.
“I don’t know who you are, but you’d better let me out of here.”
My voice sounds shaky even to my ears.
