Page 24 of Heartless Lord
“He’d shatter every bone in your tiny body, little lamb.”
“Stop calling me that,” she hissed.
“But youwillbe a lamb led to slaughter if you go out there alone.” That mouth of hers, even scowling, had me mesmerized. Her vanilla and peaches scent would have me drooling soon.
She crossed her arms with a huff. “So, what are my options?” she said. “The psycho outside... or the psycho in here?”
So fucking sassy.
Would she still be such a smartass if I tossed her on that couch, spread her legs, and devoured her cunt? Or would she only scream for more?
She should have been clawing the door down by now, but she stayed. She watched me as if she was weighing something.
Deciding between danger and excitement.
Something reckless flickered in her eyes.
“I have an idea.” My pants were so uncomfortable, my cock begging to be freed, I had to choke back a groan.
There was no way I’d leave without tasting her. She knew it too. She had to have heard it in my voice, felt it in the air.
The girl thrust her hands between us, her nostrils flaring. “I’m not hooking up with a masked stranger in some secret orgy room.”
“That’s the beauty of the whole thing,” I whispered. “No identities. No questions. Just pure, wicked fun.”
She scoffed and then searched my face behind the mask like she was trying to decide whether I’d actually hurt her.
“So either stop me, little lamb.” My mouth hovered over hers. “Or stop pretending you want to.”
I inched closer. Close enough that her breath brushed my lips.
She didn’t move. Didn’t run. Didn’t shove me back.
Her pulse fluttered in her throat, breaths quickening while she remained frozen, as if waiting for a sign.
Stop. Go. Proceed with caution.
Since she didn’t seem keen on making a choice, I made one for her.
My mouth descended on hers in a searing kiss, liquid fire like I'd never experienced before pouring down my spine. Her sweetflavor of peaches and vanilla—only more potent this time—flooded my senses as my tongue swept into her mouth, drawing out the desire she’d tried so hard to hide.
She flattened her palms against my chest, and for a second, I thought she’d push me away.
Instead, the resistance vanished like smoke, and she melted into me.
Her soft moan turned my blood to lava, and my skin blazed under her touch as she unfastened the buttons on my black shirt. I’d had my fair share of wild nights, but no one had ever gotten beneath all my armor, set my entire fucking body alive, like her.
As soon as she stopped fighting, I could almost feel a desperate need consuming her like she was trying to rid herself of something dark and ugly.
I’d take whatever terrible thing she wanted to shed and eat it right up for her.
Once my shirt came off, she broke the kiss and pulled back, running her fingers over the battered and chained heart tattoo on my chest. Her attention lingered on the ink, brow furrowed, like she yearned to know the meaning.
My jaw clenched, and I grabbed her wrists, pinning them behind her. I didn’t want to be reminded ofherwhile enjoying this moment of freedom from my heavy disguise.
Familiar with this room and all the toys it offered, I opened the drawer on the left and yanked out a pair of gilded cuffs. She had little time to react before I bound her wrists to a hook on the wall.
“Are you insane?” She jerked against the binds, angry blue flames lighting up her eyes. “You do realize kidnapping me isn’t earning you any brownie points, right?”
