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her wrists with his fingers, and pulled
her hands over her head, stretching her out. His face was so close to hers his
warm breath fanned her face. “I want to tie your wrists to this bed and spread
your legs out as wide as I can. I want to suck on those gorgeous nipples until
they’re as swollen as I can get them, then fasten nipple clamps on them to keep
them inflamed and engorged so I can bite at them and lick them.”
    Rina squirmed in his
grasp, the walls of her pussy quivering with desire.
    “I want to spread
your pussy wide open,” he went on, his voice guttural. “And see all that
beautiful pink, glistening flesh and eat you out until you scream for me to let
you come. But I won’t. Not until you’re sobbing and pleading with me, until I
know when I finally give you your release, you’ll be screaming my name and your
body will shatter from the force of it. Can you handle that, little girl?”
    “Try me and see,” she
gasped. “Are you chicken, McCall?”
    His mouth was
practically touching hers now. “What if I want you on your knees in front of
me, hands behind your back, sucking my cock until I spill my cum down your
throat? Or turn you over my knee and spank that pretty little ass until it’s
bright red.” He spoke the next words into her mouth. “And then, when you’re so
hot you’re about to burn up, I’ll fuck your ass until you come again and again
and again. What do you say to that, little daredevil?”
    She thought she’d
burn up just from his words alone. She’d never been into these kinds of games
with anyone before, but with McCall, she would gladly drop all boundaries. The
trick was getting him to accept her willingness to try.
    She licked his lips
with a bold stroke. “You can’t deny there’s something going on between us. Go
on, tell me it isn’t true.”
    He stared at her for
so long she wondered if he’d ever speak again. “Do you trust me, Rina?”
    “Yes. I do.” And she
did. Absolutely. There was no question about that. At least where sex was
concerned.
    “You know I would
never hurt you.”
    She nodded.
    “Next time we’ll
discuss a safe word,” he told her. “You won’t need it tonight.”
    Safe word? She knew about
those. McCall had no idea that the world he was taking her into was one she
wrote about in her romance novels. Now it would be more than just her
imagination.
    She swallowed and let
out a breath. “I’m ready.”
    His body was rigid
against hers. “Sully will kill me for this.”
    “Forget Sully. We don’t
have to tell him. And he’s not in bed with us, last I looked.”
    “Jesus, Rina. You’ll
send me to hell, but I can’t avoid the journey.”
    He relaxed his hold
on her, and she slid her hands under his T-shirt, smoothing them against his
skin. Her fingers tangled in the crisp hair on his chest and pressed against the
warm, hard muscles it covered. His heart thudded beneath her fingertips,
vibrating through her hands into her body. The light from the adjoining room
slanted in through the open door and cast shadows on his face, accentuating the
hard angles and planes.
    In the semi-darkness,
he looked like exactly what he was—dark, edgy, very dangerous. A loner. A man
who set his own rules. And now she was going to show him she could play by them.
If she was making a mistake, she’d live with it. But in the darkest part of her
mind, she wanted what he was offering. Wanted it with a driving need she didn’t
even know existed within her.
    For a moment, when he
rose from the bed, she thought he was going to tell her to forget it. Instead,
muttering another curse, he placed his gun on the bedside table.
    “I’ll be right back.
Don’t move.”
    He disappeared but
was back in seconds, tossing something onto the night stand and dropping his
sweat pants. Her eyes widened at the sight of his magnificent erection rising
from a thick nest of dark curls. The broad, flat head was swollen, the dark
purple surface glistening with a drop of pre-cum.