She heard the sounds of him removing his clothes. She sighed, relaxing into the mattress. If real life mirrored the erotic trilogy she’d read, this would be the part where he’d fuck her hard and still not let her come. Normally, it would drive her crazy, but tonight, she was too high to care.
The bed squeaked from his weight settling on the bed. She vaguely sensed him straddling her at her waist. He grabbed her left wrist, wound something around it, and then pulled her arm toward her back. He bent her leg up and she felt the same sensation snake around her ankle.
He tied each wrist to the opposite ankle and was now roping her ankles together. The only thing for her to do at this point was simply be. She didn’t have to think, or move, or even feel.
She closed her eyes and sighed.
“Katerina.”
She jerked awake. How long had she been sleeping?
He’d shoved something soft under her middle, angling her body and raising her head off the mattress.
His cock bobbed in front of her face. It was engorged and red, its veins swollen and prominent, and a drop of precome glistened at the tip. She licked her lips and smiled at Jax, hoping to get the chance to take him in her mouth.
He grasped his cock by its base and fed it to her, pushing his way past her lips, shallowly pumping and sliding on her tongue. His tangy essence satisfied her hunger better than a steak dinner. She hollowed out her cheeks, tightening the suction around his length.
To her disappointment, he pulled out.
Why?
Holding her by the chin, he stared into her eyes. “I was a coward. When I saw you at the police station after Miles Joseph almost killed you, I wanted to throw you over my shoulder, find the nearest private space, and bury myself so deep inside you you’d never forget who owned you. In that moment, I didn’t care how it would look to the cops or how it might hurt your career. In fact, I wanted Nick to know that however grateful I was to him for saving your life, I’d never let him have you. You belong to me.” He rubbed his thumb along her lower lip. “But I couldn’t do it. Not because I didn’t want you but because I realized I was placing my needs above yours—to hell with the consequences. I’m normally a man run by logic and intellect, but when it comes to you, I’m ruled completely by emotion. If I cared that much about you after one week, how would it feel after a month? A year? It scared me. So I ran rather than reigning in my fears and being there for you when you needed me. I’m so sorry. Let me prove to you how much.”
A bubbly warmth swelled in her chest from learning he hadn’t rejected her. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was in love with her.
The rope physically binding her was nothing compared to the strings tying her heart to his.
She nipped at his thumb. “Yes, Jax. Prove to me how sorry you are.”
He swiftly moved behind her and thrust himself inside, completely filling her. “God, you’re so hot and wet. I want you to come over and over. Each one is my apology to you.”
She tossed back her head in bliss. Her ass and thighs throbbed as they came into contact with Jax. It only drove her arousal higher, to feel the mix of pain with the pleasure of him stroking her pussy with his cock. His balls slapped against her as he pistoned harder, the tip of his cock bumping her cervix. He settled his hands on her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples. The pain from it darted down her belly to her clit.
The waves of contractions crashed into her like the sea in a hurricane, strong and violent. She bit down on her lip, the sensations bombarding her body and overwhelming her.
Jax squeezed her clit between his fingers. “Again.” He pinched and rubbed the sensitive bud as he continued moving inside her.
She hadn’t finished her first orgasm when the second one hit. Black stars danced in her eyes and her body quaked. She squirmed, trying to escape from Jax’s fingers, but he continued to manipulate her, wringing every last flutter from her climax.
His cock pulsed inside of her, and he threw back his head. “My Katerina.” He collapsed on top of her, kissing her as if he’d never get the chance again.
She sighed when he freed her arms and legs. Her muscles ached and burned as she straightened her legs and stretched her arms over her head to rest them in front of her.
Jax massaged her shoulders, digging his thumb into the muscle. “Any tingling or numbness?”
“No. I’m just sore . . . everywhere.”
He moved to her wrists. “Rest now. I’m going to massage all the kinks out of you and apply some arnica cream to prevent the bruises.”
“I happen to like the kink.” She smiled even though he wouldn’t be able to see it.
He pinched the side of her breast. “Smart ass.”