Unchain My Heart(56)

Her back was pencil-straight, and she remained graceful and dignified as she stepped out of the panties and kicked them to join her bra. Her eyes were pinned on me; we were watching one another, neither willing to look in another direction. My cock was so hard it stung.

“Keep the heels,” I growled. She was just about to say something, but the look on my face must have warned not to. Smart girl. She learned fast.

“Now go to your bed, and lie down spread-eagled. I want to see all of you. Everything.”

She gasped. Would she do as I asked? Submit without question?

For a few fleeting seconds I saw indecision flit across her face. She wasn’t used to taking orders from anyone. Good. That made her submission so much sweeter.

Her eyes shone brightly. She’d made a decision. One that was defying everything she had been taught. She had chosen to live on the edge. To go with this.

My heart raced as she turned and swayed her hips invitingly as she left the room. I should make her wait. Show her who was master. But my cock wouldn’t let me. I wasn’t thinking with the top head any longer.

Straining to control myself, I got up to check out the drinks cabinet. I opened the crystal decanter and sniffed. Perfectly matured, and just what I needed. I poured three fingers into a crystal glass and knocked it back at once. It burned down my throat. I pulled a face as the warmth spread through my body.

I was scared shitless. Never before had I wanted anything this much. It destroyed my plans of never getting involved with a woman. Sex once and let go. No ties, no tomorrows, that was how I operated. Add to that my uncontrollable desire for revenge and I was one messed up dude.

But Eva?

I hated change, but things were going to be different after tonight. And there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop it. I was in so deep already and I hadn’t even fucked her.

Jesus Christ.

Would she choose to live on the edge? Surrender to me? Had I finally found the woman who was made for me? I'd never believed it was possible that there would be someone after Amy.

Was Eva the beauty who could finally tame my beast?





Chapter Forty-One — Eva


Harrison Summers intrigued me. I’d never known a man so lost, so broken, yet so damn sure of himself at the same time. He could unravel me with a mere look, set my heart beating against my ribs with a touch, make me wet and wanton with his words.

Not even Nolan Walker, the man I’d been engaged to for eleven months, had this effect on me. And no man, including my own father, had had the privilege of telling me what to do. Headstrong and stubborn, I had a mind of my own. I didn’t take orders. I was the one giving them—hiring and firing talented technicians and artists at Ryder Music had been my job, a kind of birthright since my father handed over the reins of the company to me.

Yet my inner psychologist couldn’t rest. Analyzing Harrison and his fucked up ways fascinated me—the more I saw him, the more I needed to know what made him tick.

Would I ever be able to submit, willingly, to a man? I didn’t know the answer to that, but I was prepared to try—to see where it took me. Harrison had captivated me and I was drawn in deeper with every encounter.

Never one to take the easiest route, I always wanted to push to the edge of my limits to see if I could get even more out of life. I’d been in my comfort zone for too long; it was time to jump into something new. And this thrilled me—made me feel alive in a way I hadn’t in a long time.

I lay back on the bed. I had no problem with that part. I was so ready to be fucked. Since Nolan moved out I hadn’t been laid, and I was desperate for cock. But to open my legs like Harrison asked, exposing my very core to him? That was so new and unexpected. It upped the ante a few notches beyond any comfort zone I’d ever encountered.

With trembling legs, I opened my thighs, feeling my juices gush as I imagined his response when he saw me like this. My pussy throbbed, eager for attention, wanting his mouth so desperately that I groaned with want.

Then I remembered. He wanted me spread-eagled. I raised my arms to my sides, and above my head, like I used to do as a kid making angels in the snow. Only, I hadn’t been naked then, waiting to get fucked hard. From where I looked down at my body, I could see how hard my nipples were, goose bumps scattered over my skin as I lay still, waiting, holding my breath. Where the hell was he? Was he playing with me?

I closed my eyes, taking a few deep but shaky breaths. What was he going to do to me? The anticipation was killing me.

“Good girl.” He chuckled, standing in the doorway, holding up handcuffs. Handcuffs? I swallowed hard, squirming already. I couldn’t help wondering how many times he’d used those on the women he fucked instead of on perpetrators.