Warrior's Pain (Cadi Warriors Book 4)(48)

Cyprian stormed after Riley, his frustration getting the best of him. She had to learn to obey him. This wasn’t a game. There was a lot at risk.

Cyprian’s frustration was eclipsed by anger as he thought about the things he’d overheard the smugglers say to Riley. He hated that danger lurked a room away. She should’ve been able to wander the suite unfettered. But that wasn’t the case.

When Cyprian found himself tying Riley up he realized it was a bad idea. But she was the one who’d tied his hands with her willful behavior. Since Riley refused to mind him, he’d have to make it so she couldn’t disobey.

His fingers worked from memory. Cyprian hadn’t tied these particular knots since he’d studied under his sire. Cyprian had bound suspects for interrogation more times than he cared to remember. A part of him rebelled at what he was doing, but he didn’t stop till he had Riley restrained.

Cyprian looked down at Riley and her heaving chest. Even though the rope squeezed her breasts, making them erect, Cyprian knew she could easily breath. He’d never bound a female, but he knew his craft well.

What Cyprian hadn’t expected, was how erotic the sight would be. Riley’s pierced nipples stood at attention, swollen and pink. The ruddy buds were more tantalizing than he ever recalled nipples being. Maybe it was the contrast of her puckered rosy flesh against the backdrop of her pale breasts.

Stop staring and check her legs for puncture wounds, Cyprian attempted to shake loose of the compelling sight.



Riley

Cyprian lunged for Riley, snagging her ankle. She struggled as he began coiling the rope around her torso in a complex series of knots. The man was a Shibari master, effectively pinning her arms to her sides. The ropes made her breasts stand at attention, her pierced nipples on display.

Riley’s eyes widened when Cyprian straddled her thighs. She had a clear view of his cock for the first time. Her mouth dropped open at the sight. Cyprian wasn’t just large, he was studded. The series of knots started just behind his thick crown, and extended in concentric circles all the way down his shaft, to a set of heavy, nearly hairless balls.

Oh, Jesus. Riley took in a ragged breath.

“You won’t plainly answer my questions, so I’m forced to discover the answers for myself. Not only do I need to know if you were bitten, but now I want to know why you possess these implements of torture.” His fingers ran over the stud in one nipple, drawing her attention away from his anatomy.

“What do you care?”

“If you are careless enough to mutilate yourself, then I bet you’d willingly hurt yourself in other ways. I prefer to not have a dead slave on my hands. I went through a lot to get you,” Cyprian growled as he leaned over her.

“Ah, aren’t you sweet,” Riley retorted. “God forbid your new toy kill herself. Don’t flatter yourself. You’re nothing more than an inconvenient obstacle.” Riley tugged at the ropes as she tried to kick her legs. “A heavy, inconvenient obstacle. You’re putting my legs to sleep, fat ass.”

Cyprian growled as he shifted off her. He grabbed her legs and wrenched them open.

“What are you doing?” Riley screamed, as he splayed her thighs.

“Looking for a puncture wound.”

Riley’s breath heaved out and her cheeks heated in embarrassment at the compromising position she was trapped in. Riley pulled at her bonds, then grimaced as the ropes bit into her skin. She wanted to swat Cyprian’s hands away, and maybe slap his face as well.

“Son of a bitch,” Riley growled.

She clenched her fists in frustration as Cyprian ran his large fingers over her thighs.

“It would be easier for me to see if you didn’t have all this warrior’s ink,” Cyprian informed her, as he looked at her garter tattoo.

“You want me to apologize for that too?”

Cyprian’s brow rose in censure, but he didn’t comment. His finger paused when he reached the triangle of fabric that barely covered her pussy. He shoved it aside and his eyes flew to hers.

Ah crap.



Cyprian de Praefectus

Riley fought and cursed as he examined her legs. He was relieved she hadn’t been stabbed. Although that relief was short lived. Cyprian suddenly found himself in a precarious position, as he knelt between Riley’s splayed legs. Her skin was so incredibly soft and smooth. Cyprian’s fingers flexed, kneading the flesh of Riley’s thighs. Her mouthwatering scent reached his nostrils, making him groan. It was impossible to ignore. It tugged at the bond he created when he bit her.

Rather than look away, Cyprian’s eyes gravitated to the small scrap of fabric covering her intimate flesh. He could see the shadow of her slit through the useless garment. Cyprian worked to calm his breathing, as his gums itched. He wanted to bite Riley again, to make her soaking wet, then taste the nectar that spilled from her body.