Tell Me Your Secrets(18)

He molded his body against her back, walking slowly, guiding her toward the bench. His tongue and teeth played at her neck as he cupped her pussy in one hand and squeezed her left breast with the other. A moan tore from her lips.

“I love how wet you get for me, Jesenia.” Dorian moved a finger through her slit.

“Yes,” she whispered, moving her hips to increase the sensation caused by his teasing digit. Her shins came up against the bench and she slid down his body as her knees sank into the padding. Leaning down, she sighed as the slanted top supported her weight. Ass tilted in the air, she felt sensual and erotic. Not only would the position allow him to spank her upturned rump but it would allow him to take her hard and solid with his cock.

His teeth grazed her bare bottom as he worked to restrain her feet and lower legs. She shivered, wanting more of the wicked contact.

“Do you trust me, lass?” Dorian stretched his upper body across her back, reaching around to attach the wrist cuffs.

“Yes,” Jesenia whispered.

The last cuff clicked into place. “Then please forgive me. I only want to protect you.” Dorian kissed her spine, then stood.

She frowned, trying to shake off some of the lusty fog that filled her brain. “What?”

A blanket covered her body.

No answer came, which had her straining to turn her head to find him. He was walking toward the main door. “Dorian? What the hell? Where are you going?”

His shoulders slumped as he reached the door but he didn’t turn around. “I knew I wouldn’t be able to talk you out of going with me to look for Grady. It’s too dangerous.”

Jesenia fought against the restraints, anger rising inside, making her skin flush. “Don’t you dare leave me tied up to this bench, Dorian.”

He turned his head and pinned her with his stare. “At least this way I’ll know you’re safe.”

“Safe! What the fuck, Dorian? I’m tied naked to a damn bench. How the hell is that safe?” This couldn’t be happening. Yes, she’d been set on helping him, but this was crazy. “Dorian. Talk to me.”

“One of my men will guard the door. He will not allow anyone to enter but me. The walls are made to be soundproof, so screaming will do you no good. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

She watched, jaw gaping as he opened the door and shut it behind him. “Dorian!”





Chapter Seven




The night had been nothing but an epic fail. And he still had to go back and deal with Jesenia’s wrath. He might very well have ruined what was growing between them. It was probably for the best anyway. He should have never gotten involved with a human in the first place.

So why did it piss him off that their affair might be at an end? He let loose a growl as he cleared the line of trees, coming into the courtyard of the castle.

The task ahead he didn’t look forward to at all. Pinks and reds painted the horizon as the sun started its climb in the sky. The day promised to be one of beauty, too bad he was headed for the dungeon and a storm of anger.

A few people he knew gave pleasant greetings as he made his way toward the staircase that would take him below. He acknowledged them but kept walking, not wanting to postpone this meeting any longer than he had to.

In truth, he had to know how she’d react. He knew he shouldn’t care for her as deeply as he did, but somehow she’d wormed her way into his heart. Taking down Grady was of the utmost importance, and he couldn’t think straight with Jesenia in harm’s way. He hoped she’d understand.

His pace quickened as he descended the stairs. Synthia stood waiting for him at the door and swiped her key card without a word. Things had died down in the social room that connected to the hallways of the private rooms. A few stragglers finished drinks and whispered tiredly as the cleaning crew moved about.

Kenrick was right where he’d left him, standing vigilant next to the door.

“I don’t envy you the next few hours, Dorian.”

Dorian nodded as Kenrick passed him. Doubts weighed heavily on him. Maybe he should have tried talking to her first. But she was so fucking stubborn and willful. Maybe this was what needed to happen. If she was hurt enough by his actions, then maybe she would drop the whole damn thing. And then maybe he could get on with doing his job instead of chasing her tail. A pang of pain filled his chest and he brought his palm up to rub at it as his other hand twisted the doorknob.



The sound of the door opening brought Jesenia out of her slumber. She jerked and her restraints halted her movement. Panicked, she turned her head, straining to see through the strands of her hair. She spotted Dorian by the door and her panic turned to anger in a flash. “Let. Me. Go.” Her voice cracked, raw from her screams for help through the night. Apparently Dorian hadn’t lied about the soundproof walls.