challenge almost tumbled from my mouth. Graphic images flooded my head, my pulse racing. I enjoyed this. I’d never known that I liked it rough. Waves of shock slapped me. I could’ve laughed at the irony, but he would get more forceful and then…it’d be obvious that he’d affected me.
I couldn’t let him find out. “Enough. Stop.”
“You know what to say.”
“I-I’m sorry.” I licked my dry lips. “I’ll be a good girl.”
“And you won’t tell Michael.” He tweaked the burning muscle, his voice smoldering. “Because if you do, my retribution will be a lot worse than a sore ass.”
My stomach dropped.
I couldn’t believe what I heard. “Are you threatening me?”
“Yes,” he said, grinning. “I am.”
He squeezed.
I gasped.
The pain sharpened from the dull ache, and then his palm lingered below my ass. A small noise rumbled from his chest, an appreciative groan that charged the atmosphere.
This felt different.
Dirty.
He swept the curvature of my hip, his grip tightening and loosening. He cupped my cheeks, stroking my curves. The burn from my wound spread inward, seeping through me, diving between my legs.
What the hell?
A delicious shudder heated my body, and then he yanked me upright. My bound wrists bumped into his groin. He hooked his neck over my shoulder, his closeness tingling my belly.
“Next time, I’ll take it further.”
My breathing hitched.
He wouldn’t dare.
Shock zinged up and down my spine as Vinn slid from my thighs. He shifted the fabric over my flaming skin, but his hard body stayed glued to mine.
I splayed my hand over a rigid muscle. As I touched him, he inhaled sharply. I moved over the thick bulge and traced the mushroom head—holy fuck—and I rubbed his cock.
I released him.
“Keep going.” His velvety command slicked my body with liquid heat. “Since you’re so concerned about my size.”
Now he was inviting me to touch him?
“Vinn, this isn’t right,” I stammered, suspended in a freefall. “You don’t talk to me like this.”
“I do now.”
I opened and closed my mouth, unable to string a sentence together. My shattered thoughts lay in pieces. I couldn’t pick them up fast enough.
“I-I didn’t mean—I wasn’t coming on to you.”
Vinn pressed his mouth into my ear. “Now you’re acting like the blushing virgin?”
I am a virgin.
My cheeks flamed. “Vinn.”
“Touch me.”
It was a command, not a plea.
I shouldn’t have played along with his twisted game, but he left me little choice, with my hands confined and his pelvis grinding into my ass. I drifted from across his slacks to the hardness. Somehow, his warmth smoldered here. I wrapped my fingers around him.
Vinn’s grip bit into my arm.
Tension loosened my muscles. My palm moistened as it followed his length. He was so big that he made laying pipe an accurate visual. I couldn’t imagine that monster fitting anywhere. I tightened my grip, moving up and down, warmth chasing the ice in my limbs. My body ached with the need to be touched, a need that grew as Vinn’s cock thickened. He was so hard it made me feel powerful. The fact I’d done that to him was intoxicating.
He grabbed my hand, stilling my movements. “Touch me, not jerk me off.”
His judgmental tone should’ve annoyed me, but I couldn’t stop shaking. Vinn wasn’t supposed to be attracted to me. His heart hammered my back. His breathing slowed, as though he struggled to regain his composure. He uttered a soft curse, but he didn’t immediately let me go. Vinn clenched my fist.
“Well, now you know who you’re dealing with.” His silky voice boomed through me. “Next time, it goes in your mouth.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
I didn’t believe him.
Maybe I’d wake up to find this was a bizarre wet dream. I touched my seashell necklace after he ripped at my restraints, freeing me. Vinn whirled me around, fingers biting into my shoulders.
I tried to throttle the dizzying current racing through my body as he closed the distance between us. Red stained his neck and face. I’d never seen him so agitated.
“I don’t want you dating Leo. Understand?”
Vinn grabbed my chin, frying the oxygen in my lungs. His black pools danced over me before settling in one place.
My mouth.
“You so much as bat your eyes in Leo’s direction, and I will make you dig his grave before I kill him.”
Four
Vinn
Damn her.
That sweet temptation would be my undoing. The mental image of Liana in her revealing dress taunted me. My reaction to her ass hanging out hadn’t been disgust.
Far from it.
What I felt—apart from a murderous rage toward Leo for touching her—was pure lust.
Which made