Page 66 of Ruthless King (Mount Trilogy 1)
“Do you trust me, Keira?”
He’s asked me the question before, and the answer hasn’t changed.
“No.”
A wolfish grin replaces his expression. “Probably smart.”
He crouches between my legs, and I expect to feel cool air hit my skin when he flips up my skirt, but instead he latches something soft around my ankle, locking it to the leg of the desk.
“What the hell—”
Before I can react, the other ankle is subjected to the same treatment, but on the opposite side, leaving my legs spread wide and vulnerable. I jerk against the bonds, but they’re just as unyielding as the man before me.
“Don’t.”
My movement halts at his command.
“See, you can follow orders. And for that, I won’t cuff your hands.”
His t
humbs start at my ankles, just above the buckles, and slide up the inside of my legs until they reach my thighs. He fans out his fingers as they curl around each of my legs, pushing my skirt up inch by inch until my thong is bared to his view.
“Are you scared, Keira?”
Part of me is fucking petrified, but the other part, the part that’s clearly insane, is responsible for the slickness already gathering between my legs because of the bondage. Something I’d only tried once before, but I push the thought from my mind. I don’t want to remember that crazy Mardi Gras night now because of all the disappointments that came after.
Mount’s palms stop with one thumb poised just over my center, and I realize he’s waiting for an answer.
“Yes.” I force the word from between my lips, and his smile turns victorious.
“You should be. But you’re also a little liar.” He swipes his thumb down the material of my thong that’s becoming more soaked with each moment that passes. “You’re already wet for me. You like this. Being at my mercy. Not sure what I’m going to do to you. I could finger you, eat your sweet cunt, or fuck you. Or I could do all three.”
My thighs attempt to clench together, but the bonds keep my ankles locked down. Mount doesn’t miss the movement of my flexing muscles, though.
“You’re a dirty fucking girl, Keira. But I’ve always known that about you.”
“How?” The demand comes out on a wavering breath.
Instead of an answer, he uses his other hand to snap the lace of the thong, tearing it free.
“I swore to myself I wouldn’t taste this pussy, wouldn’t give you the pleasure until I buried my cock in your mouth, but you’ve got me breaking more than one of my rules tonight.”
A shudder rolls over my body as his nose drags along my inner thigh. He breathes in my scent, then closes his mouth over my center and begins to devour me. He teases my entrance with a finger, my wetness growing with each movement before he pushes it inside, sucking hard on my clit at the same time. He changes his plan of attack to some kind of unholy make Keira come instantly play that produces a shock wave of pleasure. My back lifts off the desk as I reach for his hair, and I’m not certain whether I want to yank him away or hold him between my legs so I can experience the intense sensation over and over.
As soon as my fingers bury in his hair, he yanks his face away, shaking his head.
“You just can’t follow orders.”
He rises to his feet and comes around the desk, then reaches for my hands.
“What—”
“You’ll see.”
He wraps my wrists in cushion-lined leather cuffs connected by an intricate chain. Mount pushes my spine back down to the surface of his desk and guides my bound hands over my head, clipping them to a hook somewhere below.
He surveys my body like it’s a feast spread out on his desk, waiting to be devoured.
