stall, looking at Theo, whose eyebrows are high, interested. I bet he’s wondering what I’m going to tell her. Or how much. I can hardly share the fact that I’m tied to a huge bed in a huge suite at the Bellagio. She’ll flip her lid. ‘I’m with Theo,’ I confess. I can tell her that much.
‘I bloody knew it! I’ve been roaming the casino floor looking for you. What happened? Where are you?’
Guilt engulfs me. ‘I’ll explain later,’ I tell her, not prepared to go into it while I’m being watched so carefully. ‘Where are you?’
‘Kyle and Denny called. Suppose I can catch up with them now I know you’re alive.’ Her scornful tone is warranted. ‘Come meet us. We need to discuss.’
‘Oka—’ Theo starts to slowly shake his head at me, telling me that’s the wrong answer. I give him a questioning look, and he takes the phone from my ear and moves in, bringing his lips close.
‘We’re not done until I say we’re done,’ he whispers, dragging his lips across mine. I moan softly and inhale his manly scent.
‘What am I supposed to say?’
‘Tell her to have fun and you’ll call once I’ve dropped you back at the hotel.’ He breaks away and returns the phone to my ear.
I struggle for breath so I can speak. ‘I’ll call you when I’m finished,’ I wheeze. ‘Shouldn’t be long.’
‘Jesus, Izzy. What are you playing at?’
‘I’ll call you,’ I reiterate, glancing at Theo. He nods approvingly and mouths, Say goodbye. ‘Speak later,’ I whisper.
‘We will,’ Jess retorts heatedly. ‘Oh, and Izzy?’
‘Yes?’
‘Just how big was it?’
I flame bright red, and Theo chuckles, amused, jiggling the phone at my ear. ‘You can answer,’ he mouths, smug. I narrow my eyes at him. I highly doubt he would be so open if he had a scrawny dick.
‘So-so,’ I reply.
Jess groans in disappointment, and Theo’s eyes widen, shocked. He disconnects the call and dives on me, straddling my waist again. ‘Like that, is it?’ He takes my nipple between his finger and thumb, rolling it threateningly.
I lock up and shake my head, feeling him squeeze down. ‘Theo.’
‘So-so, huh?’ He tweaks, and I yelp.
‘No more,’ I plead. Oh God, I can’t take any more pain. Not now. I want the last thing I remember to be that ridiculously powerful explosion. ‘Please, no.’ I land a levelled glare on him, hoping beyond hope that it works.
He cocks his eyebrow.
I crumble, defeated.
And then he latches on to my nipple and bites down. Hard.
‘Fuck!’ I buck under him, enraged. ‘Theo, for fuck’s sake, st—’ I swallow my words when he starts to suck, at the same time driving his fingers into me. ‘Oh.’ I sink into the mattress, like putty in his hands. Or like putty in his mouth. Which is now kissing its way down my stomach, pecking and licking and nibbling as it goes, eventually arriving at the apex of my thighs. I look down, just as Theo removes his fingers and glances up. His lips quirk. And damn it, so do mine. I shouldn’t be smiling. I should be raging mad.
‘I’m going to suck your next orgasm out of you, Izzy.’
I still.
‘I’m hungry.’ He kisses the inside of my thigh, and I feel him smile against my flesh.
I clench my eyes shut as he licks along the sensitive crease of my bikini line. ‘Oh good God.’ My head is going to explode.
I’m sure I hear the sadistic bastard chuckle lightly. ‘I’ll be whatever you want me to be. Your god, your prince, your knight, your king.’ He slams his mouth over my core and sucks ravenously.
I shout and pull my arms taut against the restraints, my wrists burning from the friction that I’m inflicting on myself. ‘Theo!’
‘Keep shouting, Izzy.’
My chest convulses with the rest of my body as he laps, sucks, and kisses me. ‘I’m going to come.’ I can feel that pressure descending again, making every torturous tactic he’s adopted worthwhile.
‘No, you’re not.’ He pulls away, and my looming orgasm fades. I shout, lurching up off the bed like a madwoman. When I get free, I’m going to kill him! His mouth returns, licking between my folds, exploring hungrily, his hands grabbing my boobs and massaging just as urgently. My building climax resurrects, and I start rotating my hips to help it along, panting my way there. But then he pulls away again, and I whimper in despair.
‘You want to come, sweetheart?’ he asks, inching up the bed to find my face, squeezing my