She tugged experimentally at the bonds, but they held tight. She’d kill him. If he did anything remotely funky, she’d absolutely, fucking kill him.
Of course, she couldn’t deny how damn turned on she was at the moment. Her nipples hard and rubbing against the sheet-less bed. Unable to close her legs. Unable to move.
Fucking hillbilly bastard!
Nik dug through a backpack he had with him, eventually pulling out a box of condoms. He dropped those on the side table by her head.
Apparently he was a presumptuous fucking hillbilly bastard.
“Nikolai Vorislav, I swear to God—”
“Don’t make me gag ya, sugar. ’Cause you know the mood I’m in right now, I’ll do it in a New York minute.”
Angie hissed at him and he began to take off his clothes. First the T-shirt, then the jeans, and tennis shoes. Finally the boxers. She swallowed. Why did his cock suddenly look ten times bigger than before?
Nik moved to the bed, staring down at her.
Anything even a tiny bit funky and she would absolutely kill him. No weird S-and-M shit. No spanking. And there better be no humiliation. Or the man would never see the light of day again.
He climbed up onto the bed with her and she tensed, her entire body cringing, waiting for his next move.
When he made it she practically jumped out of her skin and fought the restraints like a madwoman.
“Forget it, sugar. My momma made sure all her boys joined the Boy Scouts. Those knots were meant to hold. So you might as well relax.”
“Get off me, Nik. Right fucking now.”
He laughed at her. Laughed! At her! The slimy, hillbilly son of a bitch!
He did it again. His big fingers sliding up her ankle, her calf, to the back of her knee. Then sliding back down again.
“Stop! Now!”
“The more you bitch. The longer I do this. And your skin is so soft, I can do this forever.”
Damn hillbilly!
His fingers slid across her back, down her spine, across her shoulder blades. Just goddamn all over.
The bastard kept touching her. Condoms unused. No moving toward any parts that needed to be stimulated. Instead, he ran his hands over her flesh, again and again and again. Why? Because he could. Because he wanted her to know exactly how much she belonged to him.
And fuck if she didn’t belong to the man. Lock, stock, and Ferragamos. And definitely her heart. Terrified as she was to admit it, she got the feeling her heart would always belong to him. Whether the bastard hillbilly was in her life or not.
Nik watched his fingers glide across her soft brown skin. She’d been trying to find him. It kept playing through his mind as he gently tortured her body.
She hadn’t set him up. She didn’t even know where he was. Hearing her order that poor schlub around not only made him hard, but showed him how concerned she was for him.
The ice queen, hellcat, psychopath actually cared about him.
Angie buried her head in the pillow, her hands clenching and unclenching into tight fists. Smiling, he slid his fingers between her legs and played around the lips of her pussy. She moaned and pushed back against his hand.
He pulled his fingers away and she half moaned, half growled in anger and lust.
“What’s the matter, sugar? You okay?”
“Motherfuckingsonofabitchcocksuckerbastardassholeprick!”
He chuckled and her whole body tensed up.
“Now is that anyway to talk to me?”
“When my friends find out you’re here—”
“Naw, they’re too busy chasing tigers around their territory. They won’t notice us for hours.”
She glared at him over her shoulder. “Your hillbilly brothers.”
“Yup.” He ran his fingers across the side of her breast, just grazing the nipple. She whimpered, but he circled right back around and concentrated on her forearm for a bit. “We used to play Find The Tiger with the Pack that lived down the way a bit from my daddy. They hated us ’cause they could never find us Vorislav boys. My brothers will have them dogs out there looking for hours.”
Biting back a sob of rage, she again buried her head in her pillow.
“Oh, don’t worry, sugar. We have plenty of time for me to find out what every part of your body feels like. I mean, you weren’t in a rush or anything tonight, were ya?”
Eighteen hours? Twenty days? Ten minutes? Angie had no idea. She lost track after the first half hour or so. He caressed her. Touched her. Ran his fingers through her hair.
Then he started licking her. He started at the instep of her left foot and kept going from there. Every once in a while his fingers or tongue would stray to somewhere vital. Her pussy. Her tits. But stray was it.
Still, without touching any outright sexual part of her, she felt close to coming. But dammit, not close enough. Not nearly close enough.
Add in that she wanted him to fuck her more than life itself and he had himself one cranky Santiago.
She cursed him. She threatened him. His family. His livelihood. His manhood. She even threatened his brother’s dog. Nik would just give that damn chuckle she’d grown to hate while his tongue or fingers kept going.
Angie hated the man. Hated him. His family. His One-Eyed Grandma. She hated his lovely mother for birthing him.
Why didn’t she keep a hold of that rodeo clown? She could have controlled him. He would have been too terrified to tie her up and not fuck her. And why oh why didn’t Miki put shifters on her goddamn List?
Three of his big fingers slid inside her painfully empty pussy. “Want me to fuck you now, sugar?”
Angie panicked. This is one of those trick cat questions, isn’t it?
He pulled those fingers out, only to slide them back in…once. “You need to answer me.”
“Yes.” He’d want her to beg or something wouldn’t he? Something humiliating and demeaning to women everywhere.
“Then promise me you’ll never leave me again.”
Promise him I won’t leave…? “I was kidnapped…again.”
His fingers slipped out of her. “That is really not the answer I want.”
“I promise.” Who could she possibly be trying to fool? She’d beg him for anything now. Do anything he wanted. Absolutely anything to have his cock shoved inside her. Anything.
“I don’t think you really mean that.” He leaned over her again, his chest pressing into her back.
“I promise, Nik. I swear. Anything. Please…”
He nipped the flesh at the back of her neck. “Please what, sugar?”
“Please, Nik. Please fuck me.”
He kissed her ear. “Anything you want, sugar. Absolutely anything.”
Angie’s entire body slammed forward as his condom-covered cock rammed into her, her legs pulled tight because of the bonds.
Oh, thank God, Angie thought desperately as her body shook and shuddered under Nik’s hard body fucking her. Thank God shifters aren’t on The List!
Nik tunneled his fingers into Angie’s silky mass of hair and snatched her head back. His mouth descended on hers as her wet, hot pussy practically seared his cock off with its heat. He reached under her with his free hand, gripping one of her luscious breasts. Lord, he loved her body. Loved how her soft skin felt under his hands. Loved that she had hips and an ass he could truly enjoy.
He roughly thrust into her, knowing she could take it. Knowing she loved it. And she did. Her delicious snatch tightening around him. She moaned, uselessly pulling against her bonds. He smiled as she drenched his cock. It happened every time she fought the restraint, which only made him crazier.