Gentleman Sinner(35)

He freezes, and I know he’s going to let loose completely once he’s found his breath. ‘I can’t hold back any more. You ready?’

‘Yes.’ He needs this, just like I needed the gentle break-in.

After only a couple of seconds and a long inhale, he locks eyes with me, and I fear the worst. His fingers flex over my throat, his other hand coming up to my hair and fisting it. His lips straighten. His eyes go dark. His jaw pulses. And he lets rip.

My screams are long and constant as he smashes into me over and again, deranged and chaotic. My eyes slam shut, my head thrown back as I accept his power. It’s like he’s releasing years of frustration, years of pent-up aggression. Our bodies begin to slide on each hard hit, sweat drenching us, his palm slipping over my throat. ‘You can take it, Izzy,’ he growls, never letting up, going at me like a wild animal, fast and furiously, totally mercilessly.

I pull at the straps, shocked when the pressure of his cock filling me drops into my groin and starts to swirl deliciously, my pleasure taking on new heights. I find his eyes and find a knowingness.

‘Here it is,’ he pants, keeping up his brutal momentum, slapping into me as he slides his palm to my cheek and strokes more tenderly. ‘It’s good, yes?’

‘Yes.’ Oh good Lord, I’m coasting fast towards an orgasm that’s going to knock me unconscious. Seizing each twinge of pleasure and holding on to it, I tense everywhere, wishing beyond all wishes that I could feel him beyond penetration. Touch him. Stroke and caress him. He grips my hair, keeping his eyes on mine, and surprises me with a deep gyration of his hips. His chin drops to his chest. ‘Come on, Izzy,’ he encourages me. ‘I’m not going without you.’

Urgency springs into my aching muscles. I concentrate as the pressure builds and builds, holding me in a permanent state of anticipation. It’s coming. It’s coming. It’s . . .

‘Fuck!’ My body jacks off the bed, my neck cricking when I snap my head back, my eyes closing tightly as bolts of pleasure attack me. I’m surrounded by a white noise that dulls the sounds of Theo’s barks of ecstasy, and the feel of him thickening inside of me turns my shouts of pleasure into long, drawn-out moans. Then I hear the faint sound of a groan as his cock starts to pulse, long and slow, warmth filling me deeply.

I go lax, exhausted, and Theo collapses on to me, his weight spread carefully all over my pulsating body.

An exquisite sense of calm ripples through me. And my climax carries me into unconsciousness.





Chapter 8

Numb. I feel numb, pins and needles assaulting my legs and arms. And I’m suffocating, being squeezed beneath something. My eyes spring open, my mind working quickly to remind me of where I am and who I’m with. Theo, I tell myself, immediately settling. His head is resting on my shoulder, the smell of clean sweat filling my nose. I can’t breathe. ‘Theo,’ I whisper, looking up to see my arms still restrained. I contract my internal muscles, feeling his softness still buried inside me. ‘Theo, wake up.’ I scan the room for a clock. What time is it? Oh no. Jess. ‘Theo!’

He jumps a little, pushing me into the bed some more, and then slowly lifts a fraction. Sleepy eyes look down at me, blinking rapidly. ‘Hey,’ he croaks, appearing disoriented.

‘You need to untie me.’ I pull at the silk straps, reminding him that I’m still his prisoner. ‘I need to call Jess. She was asleep when I left. I don’t want her to worry.’

‘Where’s your phone?’ He begins to lift, and I start to panic. He’s not going to release me?

‘In my purse in the lounge,’ I tell him, sucking in air when he slips free of me, part of his release coming with it and coating my inner thighs. ‘But I can get it if you untie me.’

He ignores me and wanders away, and I lift my head to watch, staring at his naked back incredulously. The artwork decorating his skin rolls as he stretches his arms up to the ceiling, the sight really quite something to behold. I flop back on my pillow and give a futile tug at my restraints. Great. How long does he plan on keeping me here?

He’s back a few moments later, holding my phone. ‘Five missed calls,’ he says flatly. ‘Jess.’

‘Damn,’ I mutter, following his path to me. ‘Please untie me, Theo.’

He shakes his head and gets on the bed, lying down and rolling on to his side to face me. ‘I had this repaired.’ Pointing at the screen, he raises a brow.

‘I dropped it.’ Shrugging as best I can, I ignore the exasperated shake of his head. ‘Untie me, please.’

‘You don’t need your hands to talk. What’s your PIN?’

‘What?’

‘Do you want to call your friend?’

‘Yes.’

‘Then tell me your PIN.’

Closing my eyes, I breathe out. ‘One, eight, zero, six.’

‘Eighteenth of June.’ He puts the phone to my ear as I scowl, and I hear Jess’s voice a second later.

‘Izzy, where the bloody hell are you?’ She sounds utterly pissed off.

I 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.