Shot in the Dark (Blackbridge Security #2) - Marie James Page 0,87
to stop. I don’t open my mouth to say my safeword because I don’t want to stop. Not only am I determined to get the full story, but not once has this man made me feel unsafe. I knew I was full of shit when I told Sarah I thought he was a psycho who hurt women.
Even when he “abducted” me he was gentle, using soft cuffs to prevent marks and lowering me gently into the backseat of his rental car even though I had a hood over my head.
He’s not going to hurt me physically, but it’s my heart that’s on the chopping block right now.
His hands trail over my skin, completely bypassing my center as he moves his fingers down to latch the second cuff.
Once my feet are secure, I feel, rather than see him move to my arms. A slow finger dips between my breasts, and my traitorous nipples harden at the sensation. He doesn’t laugh. He doesn’t tease me for being unable to control my body, and that’s infuriating.
With one hand secure, he moves to the other, only speaking after all four restraints are in place.
His breath is on my neck, soft lips brushing against my racing pulse, then his fingers are on my chin. The very first sight of him ruins me because I’m too enraptured by him already to look away.
After the softest brush against my lips, a promise of what’s to come, he pulls back, using his free hand to brush hair from my face.
“Let me start by telling you that I love you.”
“Please don’t,” I whimper.
The emotional agony is harsher than if he were to strike my cheek with a heavy hand.
He doesn’t listen to me. He doesn’t stop even as my pain rolls in rivulets down the side of my face.
“I think I’ve loved you since long before I heard your voice the first time.”
My throat works, trying to swallow down the sob threatening to escape.
“I didn’t even look at the label on that box when I picked it up from the front desk. I had Puff with me, and with Adrian gone and the new girl blinking up at me, I just had to get away as quickly as I could.” Soft fingers trail down my arm, making me jerk from the tickling sensation. “I even forgot it in the car and had to go back and get it. When I opened the box in the breakroom, it wasn’t the speakers I’d been waiting two weeks to get. In front of nearly every single man that works for BBS, I opened a box filled with sex toys.”
His tone changes, becoming noticeably deeper, a sound very similar to the teasing lilt he used when taunting me for how my body responds to him.
“My shock garnered the attention of every man in the room, and lo-and-behold, it was a box stuffed with not only a ball gag, butt plug, and a feather tickler, but a twelve-inch cock I now know your tight pussy would never be able to accommodate.”
I shift my weight, my legs pulling at the restraints when I attempt to close my legs.
“Only then did I look at the label. You know me. I’ve told you who I am and what I do. So you already know my second action was to find out who W. Nelson in apartment 913 was. How could I not? My cock was half hard just looking at the toys, letting my mind run wild with the anticipation of finding out who was supposed to be the recipient of those things.”
His breath is hot on my skin, the slip of his tongue on my neck sensual enough to make my eyes flutter closed.
“Accessing the camera system in our building wasn’t hard. It was honestly easier than it ever should’ve been, but even the toughest firewall wouldn’t have been able to keep me out. My cock pounded, fucking raged inside my jeans when I got my first look at you, and it happened in front of all the guys. I couldn’t even turn around to force them from my office because my guilt was so thick it couldn’t begin to hide the way I responded to just one look at your silky purple hair and these fabulous tits.”
He punctuates his story by flicking fingers over both my nipples, and like a whore, I arch into his touch as much as the restraints allow.
“I wanted an explanation for the box. After seeing you, I couldn’t understand how