Charity stared up at Adrian, determined to be brave. It wasn’t easy with his large body looming over her naked form. His erection prodding against her thigh, a very solid reminder that he was a male animal and he was very aroused. He could easily rape her or hurt her. She closed her eyes. That wasn’t anything her husband hadn’t done to her. She could get through this and survive.
“You really believe that.” His voice was low and rough.
She tried to nod, but it was impossible given his hold on her neck. “What else can I think?”
In a quick move, he rolled on top of her, holding his weight on his forearms as he cupped her face in his hands. “Look at me,” he ordered.
She did as he asked. There was really nothing else she could do. It served no purpose to defy him. The quicker this was over with, the quicker she could work on getting away from here. Although, where she would go was anyone’s guess. She had no idea.
“This isn’t about your father. This is about you and me. You won’t lie to me because there is no reason to.” He rubbed his thumbs over her forehead, eyebrows and over her cheekbones. “I won’t hurt you, sweet Charity. I would never hurt you.”
She wanted to believe him. A part of her, the hopeless romantic she thought had died long ago, still flickered with hope. “I’m your enemy,” she reminded him. He’d taken the news about her father much too casually for her to believe he truly felt no animosity toward her.
He shook his head. “Your father is my enemy. You’re not responsible for his actions. I think he’s using you, but I don’t think you really knew anything about that, or even understood what he was doing.”
“Because I’m too stupid to get it. I can see how you’d think that.” She was still furious with herself for how easily she’d had sex with Adrian. How quick she’d been to trust him on all levels. “I haven’t shown much intelligence since I got here.”
“You’re not stupid.” For the first time, she sensed his mounting frustration. She also became very aware of his hard, muscled body covering hers. He shifted his position, making a place for himself between her thighs. The rough hair of his legs brushed against the insides of her thighs in a rough caress. His cock pressed against her stomach, her breasts crushed against his chest. The thick muscles of his biceps bulged as he easily held the bulk of his weight off her.
He leaned down and brought his lips to hers. He didn’t kiss her so much as his mouth simply touched hers. His lips were warm and firm and her stomach jumped, not in fear, but in anticipation.
She closed her eyes and sighed. It seemed that where this man was concerned, common sense and self-preservation went straight out the window. All he had to do was touch her and she wanted him. She’d gone from believing she was frigid to not knowing herself at all. And it was all because of Adrian.
“I want you.” He pressed his lips against the corner of her mouth, along her jaw and over to her ear. “Only you. I don’t care who your father is. He’s not a part of what’s happening between us.” His tongue traced the whorl of her ear before delving inside.
Charity moaned and arched her hips, embracing the heat that enveloped her. She could feel the dampness against her stomach where his cock head prodded against her with growing need. Slowly. Tentatively, she raised her hands and touched his shoulders.
He groaned, his eyes flashing with pale blue fire. “I want to fuck you.”
Was she really going to do this? He waited, every muscle of his body tense with sexual desire. It hurt to look at him. He was like some mythical god come to life. He was so strong, more powerful than she could imagine. Smarter, faster, with an intellect that was far beyond anything she could ever match.
He wanted her. That was real. She truly believed that. His frustration hadn’t been faked. But she wanted the issue of her father behind them before they continued. “Do you have any more questions about my father or the inner city?”
Adrian groaned. “Hundreds. But not now. Right now I don’t give a fuck about any of it.” He flexed his hips, rubbing his cock against her mound and over her stomach.
Tension she hadn’t even realized she was holding inside her slowly drained away. Her body seemed to heave a big sigh and melt into the pallet beneath her. She believed him. As he flexed his hips again a different kind of tension filled her. Her toes curled and her pussy began to pulse, the inner muscles clutching hard.
She moved her hands down his shoulders and over his chest. Adrian swore and grabbed one of her hands. “I’m too close and you’re not ready.”
Charity undulated her hips, feeling the cream slip from her core. “I’m ready.”
He shook his head, a lock of blond hair falling across his forehead. “No, you’re not. But you will be.” The look in his eyes promised untold pleasures. “Do you trust me?”
That was the big question for both of them, wasn’t it? Trust. It all came down to that. Charity went with her gut and made the biggest decision of her life. She prayed she made the right choice. “Yes.”
Satisfaction gleamed in his eyes. “Raise your arms over your head. There’s an old pipe running along the base of the wall. Grab it and hold on.”
She tried to read him but couldn’t be sure what he was thinking. “I don’t understand.”
“It’s simple.” He kissed her palm and lifted her hand over her head until her fingers brushed the pipe. She automatically closed her hand around the thick piece of metal. “I’m going to torture you, sweet Charity. With pleasure.” He lifted her other hand and raised it over her head until it joined the other one. “I’m going to lick and suck and taste every inch of your body until you scream for mercy. And when you’re hot and wet and screaming, I’m going to fuck you until we both can’t stand it any longer.”
Heat suffused her, filling every crevice of her body. Her heart pounded a wild rhythm. Breathing was difficult. She couldn’t suck enough air into her lungs. Her mouth was suddenly dry, making it difficult to speak. “Adrian.” She said his name, not quite sure what else she could say.
Her breasts ached. Her pussy throbbed. She wanted him to touch her. To take her. She lifted her hand to touch her face but he captured it and put it back against the pipe.
“You can’t touch me. You have to keep your hands on the pipe.”
She licked her lips and almost smiled as his eyes tracked the movement of her tongue. “I’m not sure I can.” She wanted to stroke every inch of his hard, muscled body. She’d barely had the opportunity to touch him earlier.
“I can fix that.” Rising up onto his knees, he leaned to the side and grabbed her bra. Gripping the stretchy fabric in his hands, he reached up and quickly bound her wrists together and anchored them to the thick pipe. “Now you don’t have to worry.”
Panic flared inside her as he tied her hands. She was totally helpless now. Unable to defend herself. She whimpered. Fear began to close in around her.
“Shh.” Adrian whispered as he peppered her face with soft kisses. “Trust me.” He dragged the edge of his teeth over her neck. Every nerve ending in her body sizzled with sexual heat. It shot to her breasts and down between her legs. She whimpered again, but this time it was pleasure, not fear, that prompted the sound.
“That’s it,” he praised as he moved down her body. His lips caressed her collarbone and the valley between her breasts.
Charity moaned, her hips moving restlessly.
He palmed her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her distended nipples. “You’re so beautiful in your passion. Let go and trust me. It’s all about pleasure.”
She licked her lips and arched her back, pushing her breasts against his hands.
“That’s it. Give yourself to me. Body and soul, sweet Charity. You belong to me.” Leaning down, Adrian captured one tight nipple between his lips and sucked. She cried out as he carefully raked his teeth across the puckered bud, using just enough pressure to bring her the most pleasure. It bordered on pain, but never crossed the line.
Time lost all meaning as he worked
his way down her body. He touched and licked, suckled and nipped. From her neck to her ankles, no part of her was left unexplored, except for her pussy. He purposely stayed away from the area that needed him the most.
Cream slid down her inner thighs and into the crease of her ass. Charity thought she might go mad. She was so close to coming. But every time she thought she was there, he’d back off and wait a few minutes before starting the erotic torture all over again.
“Adrian,” she gasped.
“Mmm,” he answered as he licked the crease at the top of her right thigh.
“Fuck me,” she demanded. She planted her feet and pushed her hips toward him. He simply smiled and nipped at her hipbone.
“I should have tied your legs down too.” He teased her inner thighs with his fingers, stopping short of touching her pulsing, hot core. “Someday I’ll have you on a real bed, stretched out for my pleasure, hands and feet tied to the posts. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He casually brushed one finger over her slick folds.
She couldn’t answer. Her brain was about to short circuit. She screamed as she came. Her body stiffened, her hands clenching the pipe for support. Her vision dimmed and the world around her went black.
When reality surfaced once again, Adrian was watching her. As her eyes fluttered open, he smiled. “Now the real fun starts.”
Chapter Five
There wasn’t a cell inside his body that wasn’t screaming at Adrian to take Charity. Now! To fuck her long and hard, marking her as his. He planned to do exactly that. Just not quite yet.
He wanted her to have the maximum pleasure he could give her. He’d almost blown it earlier. She’d withdrawn from him, shoring up her defenses. He didn’t like that one little bit. She’d been apart from him, emotionally and mentally. Thankfully, she hadn’t been able to hide her physical reaction. That gave him something to work with. If he tightened their physical bonds, it would help forge the emotional ones.
He didn’t question his motivation. He wanted her on a level that went beyond the physical and the rational. He didn’t question it, but accepted it. Charity was his mate. End of story. And he’d do whatever it took to bind her to him.
And if that meant using her physical attraction to his benefit…well, he was smart enough and bastard enough to do it. He needed her trust and, for a woman like Charity, that started with the physical. She’d been hurt before, and badly. He needed her to be able to trust him not to hurt her in that way.
The way to do that was to tie her up, take away her physical freedom, and then give her nothing but pleasure. She’d surprised him. He’d thought he’d have to work much harder to break down her barriers. But she’d given in with only a small struggle. He shoved aside the small suspicious voice that whispered it was too easy and thanked his lucky stars instead.
He had her where he wanted her and now he was going to enjoy himself. Her first orgasm had hit her hard. He’d pushed her, wanting her to come with his first touch to her pussy. She hadn’t disappointed him.
For once, Adrian was grateful for the extensive training he’d had. He knew every pressure point on the body and how much force to exert for maximum pain. He’d used most of them to kill. But the flip side of that coin was that he also knew every spot on the body that could bring pleasure. Little places, like behind the knees, inside the inner arm, the curve of the neck. There were so many hidden pleasure points and he’d found them all on Charity.
He’d ignored his physical complaints as he’d touched her. Now that she’d come once, his cock was throbbing. The veins were prominent on the thick shaft, pumping blood to his erection. The head was deep purple, the slit seeping pre-cum. The sac between his legs was heavy with need. It would only take a thrust or two for him to come. Hell, he’d come if Charity so much as touched him. That was part of the reason he’d tied her hands over her head.
The other reason was simply that he loved being in charge of her pleasure. Loved giving her everything she needed.
He needed to taste her. Making a place for himself between her thighs, he pushed her legs up until her feet were flat on the floor. Holding her wide open, he indulged all his senses. Her folds were wet with her cream, she smelled hot and musky. He gritted his teeth to keep from sliding up and slamming his cock into her heat.
Taking a deep breath, he spread her lips and touched his tongue to her clit. The small bud was distended, the protective hood pushed aside. Charity let out a long, low moan, music to his ears, as he swirled his tongue over her. She tasted sweet and spicy. Like honey with a dash of cinnamon.
“You taste so damn good.” He circled her opening with his tongue, loving the way her entire lower body clenched in anticipation. He’d felt strong, powerful many times in his life. With his physical strength and training it was a given. But with Charity spread beneath him accepting his touch, his domination, opening herself to him, he felt primal. He wanted her to scream with pleasure and know that he was the only man who could give this to her.
A low growl rose from low in his chest. No other man would ever get the opportunity to find out what a treasure she was. He’d kill any other man who touched her.
Charity was his.
He swiped his tongue over her outer folds before stabbing at her center. Her hips jerked beneath him, her breathing erratic as she shoved her pussy closer to his face. He wanted to laugh aloud. Satisfaction filled him as she gasped and writhed beneath him.
Gathering some of her rich cream on his fingers, he teased the puckered opening of her ass. She froze, her breath caught in her throat as he rimmed her. “Relax,” he crooned. “You’ll like this.” He blew on her heated flesh and lapped at her clit, distracting her from what he was doing further back. “Trust me.”
“I…” She swallowed hard and her voice trembled. “No one has ever touched me there before.”
Adrian’s shoulders bunched as he pressed the tip of his finger past the tight muscles of her behind. This was the true test of how far she was willing to go. Her entire body vibrated with tension. He could practically smell her fear, but it was interlaced with the perfume of sexual desire. Her pupils dilated as he pushed his finger deeper.
He flattened his tongue against her clit and rubbed. Charity gasped and her eyes rolled up as her eyelids fluttered shut. Her face was flushed, her body slick. Still, he waited. He wanted, no needed some other sign from her.
There it was. Her hips moved almost imperceptibly at first, a slight lifting toward him. He pressed the finger in her ass deeper, burying it to the second knuckle. With his other hand, he teased the folds of her pussy before sliding two fingers into her tight cunt. Her eyes flew open and her lips parted on a silent cry.
“Come for me.” He worked her hard, using teeth, tongue, lips and fingers to push her higher. Carefully, he pressed his finger all the way into her ass. She was so tight. She’d grip his cock like a vise if he ever fucked her ass. The thought of his shaft being squeezed tight by her ass almost made him come.
Control was slipping away. He needed time. Time to get her used to him, to prepare her body before he took her that way. The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt her.
Adrian watched her carefully as he used his fingers to fuck her, adjusting his rhythm and the depth of penetration to give her maximum pleasure. He knew the second she was going over the edge. She gave a low, low cry and her legs straightened, her back bowed off the pallet. Her body convulsed and she began to shake.
He could wait no longer.
Slipping his fingers from her, he knelt between her legs and lifted her hips, draping her legs over his thighs. Fitting his cock head to her opening, he pushed. Her inner muscles were still convulsing from her orgasm and he ground his jaw together to keep from coming before he got all the way inside. He surged forward, gaining another two inches. Her cunt was tight and swollen.
He rotated his hips, working his way deeper. “Take all of me,” he ground out. Sweat beaded his brow. He had to get inside her. His balls were heavy and t
ight as he pulled back and pushed forward, sinking deeper into her heat.
Charity moaned, squeezing her inner muscles around him. It was too much. Adrian threw back his head and came. Hot pulses of semen jetted into her. He shoved himself against her, still not quite all the way there.
God, he had to get all of his cock into her. Even as he came, he kept working his shaft deeper. The tension in his chest eased as he fitted the last inch of his erection inside her welcoming heat. It was even better than the first time he’d fucked her. There was more of a bond, an even greater sense of connection between them.
Adrian bowed his head and sucked in a deep breath. Her skin was pale and slick, her nipples standing up like bright red berries, just waiting to be sampled. He frowned as he noted that her wrists were red from where she’d tugged against her bonds. Reaching up, he untied her. The change of position plunged his cock deeper, wringing a moan out of both of them.
Carefully, he lowered her arms to her side, rubbing her shoulders to release any tension and prevent sore muscles. She smiled up at him, a sleepy, sated smile. He was still as hard as a rock inside her. Pulling back slightly, he surged forward. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open.
“But you just…” The rest of her words were lost on a gasp as he gave another thrust.
“It wasn’t enough.” He realized the truth of his words. He could fuck her three times a day for the rest of his life and it wouldn’t be enough. His balls were still tight and heavy, his cock still hard and ready.
Capturing her breasts with his hands, he massaged the plump swells of flesh, paying particular attention to the tight nubs that tipped them. Charity licked her lips and slid her hands up his shoulders. “Again?”
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