Vengeance Aside (Wanted Men 0.5)(63)

He couldn’t love that any more. “Tell me what happened to your brother.” Then I’ll fuck you until we both pass out.

Her playful mood died right before his eyes. She pushed away, ending up in the center of the bed, sitting on her hip. “I already told you more than I’ve ever told anybody else.” Her legs were bent and off to the side, leaving her feet in front of him. He touched the tip of his little finger to the top of her pinkie toe. She jerked it away.

“Put it back, Magdalena,” he ordered with a steady look. “Right now.”

It took two heartbeats before she was straightening her leg to give him his toy back. Her feet were as perfect as the rest of her. Long and graceful. Toenails painted an elegant nude. He took her foot and lifted it to place a kiss on her arch. Her hands slapped down on the mattress as she shuddered then ground her teeth loud enough for him to hear. She jerked, squirmed, and cringed all at once.

“Can’t do that,” she gasped, holding herself tight. But she didn’t pull her foot away. “Ticklish. I peed my pants once when my friend didn’t stop tickling me. Broke his nose. Fifth grade.”

Lukas barely swallowed the laugh that shot up his throat. “Did you.” Barely making contact, he leisurely ran his thumbnail from her toes to her heel, and watched in fascination as she imitated a person being electrocuted.

“No! Please, don’t!” She flipped onto her back, dislodging the sheet, and ended up arched, her breasts straining the sheer material of her nightgown, her legs straight, her hands fisting her hair.

“You look like you’re having an orgasm.”

“I’m not!” she wailed. “Don’t do it again. It’s torture!”

Because he had a cruel streak, he did it again, and she howled his name like a little wolf.

“Luuuukaaaas!”

Fuck. He could have watched her all goddamn night. But he wasn’t that cruel. Not all the time. But she didn’t know that, he thought as an idea came to him.

He released her with a suddenness that left her foot bouncing on the mattress. She swiftly dragged herself into a sit with a final shiver he wanted to see again after she came in his mouth. With a look he tried to make as sinister as possible, considering he was aiming it at her, he went to the dresser and removed four ties from his drawer.

“I’m going to bind your wrists and ankles to the bed and tickle you until you tell me what I want to know.”

She pressed herself against the headboard, breathing heavily, reminding him of her first night here. “No, you’re not,” she said with full confidence.

Because she was already that secure in the knowledge that he wouldn’t hurt her?

But could she read him when he lied?

He grabbed her ankle and had it firmly tied to the short post within seconds. The other took a little longer because she tried to fight him. When he got to her first wrist, she said something that altered his plans.

“You can torture me until I pass out, I won’t tell you something you don’t need to know.”

It was easier to do her second wrist because she gave up the fight.

Noting that, and smelling her, feeling her skin under his fingers, seeing the perfection of the female form she worked so hard to attain now helpless before him…Lukas gave in and allowed her to keep her memories to herself.

“Okay.” He went to the dresser to take his knife out of its ankle holster, then returned to hold it poised between her breasts. “Was this a purchase of yours or did Bianca choose it?”

“Bianca.”

While Dale swore at him, he sliced down the middle then cut through the straps at her hips so that the panties ended up just as useless as the nightgown. Placing the blade on the end table, he pulled the ruined fabric out from under her and tossed it to the floor behind him.

Skin, skin, and more flawless skin. “Naked and helpless,” he drawled as he shrugged out of his robe and all but ripped his fucking boxers off. “This should be fun.”

Her eyes zeroed in on his hard-on, and stayed there as she licked her lips and spoke. “Are you letting me off the hook?”

“Yes.”

Her gaze flicked up. “For real? You’re not going to manipulate me into sharing?”

He glared at her as he climbed onto the bed so that he was on all fours with her beneath him. “No. I’m not going to manipulate you into sharing who you are with me,” he growled as he bent and licked the underside of her breast. He sucked hard enough to leave a mark then came up the firm mound and pulled her nipple into his mouth. “Mmm…berries.” Through the fog permeating his brain, he wasn’t sure she understood what he said because he was sucking her as he said it.

“Untie my hands, Lukas. You deserve a reward.” The bed frame shuddered as she pulled on her bindings. Or was that caused by the shiver that rocked her, bringing with it goosebumps and stiffer nipples?

He came off her with a wet pop. “No. You’re being punished.” He went to her other nipple and shifted his hips down to drag the front of his cock around her navel.

“Punished?” she questioned in a breathy voice as he nibbled on her with his front teeth. “For w-what?”

“You’re a bad girl for not wanting to spill your guts to the man you’re marrying in a few days.” Gripping her hip, he pulled her over enough to expose her ass. Then he landed a sound slap that made her yelp and her tight glute jiggle. It was so fucking beautiful he had to spend some time there, so he fell to his side and got his mouth going.