Sinful Rapture(14)

Even worse, there was a tiny, wicked voice in the back of her mind that was urging her to give in to the inevitable.

It reminded her that this was her non-wedding night.

What better revenge on her bastard of an ex-fiancé than to enjoy a few mind-blowing orgasms?

Especially with a man he’d always hated?

“And what about what I want?” she asked, her voice husky.

His fingers lightly traced her bikini line, sending shockwaves of pleasure jolting through her.

“We’re about to find out,” he promised, a knowing smile curving his lips as he felt her tremble.

Arrogant bastard.

She’d always been a vanilla girl.

She made love with Ted in a bed, lights out, and over quickly enough that she didn’t have to worry about oversleeping the next morning.

Now she was in a sex club, with a man she claimed to hate, and handcuffed to the wall.

And she’d never been so turned on in her entire life.

Still, horny or not, she did have limits.

She deliberately glanced toward the whips that were hung next to her head.

“You try to hit me and I’ll kick you in the nuts,” she warned.

His lips twitched. “No pain, princess.” His fingers slipped between her legs, brushing her clit so lightly it was barely a tease. “Only pleasure.”

She bit her bottom lip, her toes curling in her stilettos.

“This is insane,” she sighed.

He stepped close enough to trail a line of kisses down the curve of her neck, the stiff hardness of his cock pressed against her stomach.

Christ. He was huge.

“Inevitable,” he said.

Holly shifted with a growing impatience. She was desperate to feel him thrusting deep inside her, but she’d be damned if she’d beg.

“Do you always handcuff your women?” she instead demanded.

He cupped her breasts in his hands, slowly torturing one nipple before he turned his attention to the other.

“Only when they need the opportunity to enjoy a complete surrender.”

“Complete surrender?” She stiffened, a strange fear inching down her spine. No. This was a night of madness. Nothing more. “In your dreams,” she hissed.

He leaned down to take her nipple between his teeth, biting just hard enough to send a rush of moisture to her cunt.

“Oh, you’ve been in my dreams,” he whispered, his finger continuing to brush over her clit. “Every night for the past year.”

Her hands tightened around the chains that held her to the bar hanging above her, her body bowing with a need that was threatening to make her self-combust.

“I don’t surrender,” she said between clenched teeth. “Not to anyone.”