DarkRevenge by Jennifer Leeland Read Free Book Online

that once. When he’d begged her—but she wasn’t going to think about that.
“I’ll never be yours,” she lied. And it was a lie. He owned her.
    “You already are.” He tied her wrists with the cords so she
lay immobilized on the bed. Her ankles too. It wasn’t uncomfortable, like the
metal rack, but it held her captive, naked and at his mercy.
    “Is that why you have to tie me up? If I was ‘yours’, as you
say, you wouldn’t have to.”
    His gaze traveled from her face down over her tightened
nipples and her flushed skin. Why did her body have to betray her like that?
His fingers brushed the inside of her thigh. “What would I find, Alexandra?
Would you be wet? I told you I like my sex rough and my women restrained.” His
finger stroked the folds around her clit. “And having you like this is
so satisfying.”
    “You aren’t having me,” she managed to choke out. “You’re
taking me.” She gasped on the last word as his finger flicked over her nub.
    He chuckled, his smile wide and teasing. “I’m going to have
you. And this time, Saria mine, you’re going to take me.”
    A shiver of fear and desire shuddered through her. Part of
her fought her desire, her desperate need. Another part of her reveled in his
power over her, the way his deep voice rumbled through her body, the way he
played her like an instrument. To distract her body from the need pouring
through her, she fought the restraints. The bite of the rope in her skin should
have lessened her melting need. Instead, it added fuel to the fire, burning
her, sending her senses into another realm of pain and pleasure.
    Between desire and despair, she buffeted back and forth. Her
body responded to the restraints, but she couldn’t deny that part of her was
relieved, grateful that she was physically kept from making a fool out of
herself. Without them, she would probably throw her arms around him and cling
to him. The thought made her chest tight and her lips tremble. She took herself
to task and strengthened her resolve. But it wasn’t just her body that melted
at his touch and she didn’t know how to shore up the walls around her heart.
    His finger kept the pressure on her pussy and she jerked
against the restraints. One glance at his face spoke volumes. He liked it when
she fought him. He enjoyed it. He wanted her resistance. She could deny him by
laying there like a rock but it just wasn’t in her not to fight. She tamped
down on her response, kept back the whimpers and moans of pleasure that clogged
in her throat. No matter how she tried to shift away from his wicked hands, he
followed. One hand stroked the sensitive skin of her inner thigh as the other
tormented her clit with quick, firm touches.
    She should hate him. He’d forced her to be his mate,
manipulated her body to betray her. But the feelings she had thought were ashes
flared to life and she wanted to give in, to surrender, more than she wanted
just the release of her body. The passion built and her orgasm gathered. When
he thrust two fingers inside her slick channel, she exploded, her body arching
off the bed in humiliating pleasure. Her mind went blank, wiped clean by the
pleasure. Here, there was no revenge, no honor, no duty. There was only
sensation.
    When his tongue scraped over her clit in time to his
thrusting fingers, she thought she would die. Her head tossed back and forth.
By the stars, she wanted him to stop. She wanted him to go on forever. Nothing
could be like this. The feel of his mouth on her, the way his fingers delved
deep, the thrill of the restraints sent her over the edge and she screamed. Her
pussy convulsed and she drenched his mouth with the evidence of his success. He
moaned and to her it seemed like a sound of triumph.
    He lifted his mouth and met her gaze. His face was blurred
by her tears, but it wasn’t triumph she saw there. Raw passion, need and desire
tightened his features. He didn’t seem like a man who’d won a battle but like a
man in the