Forbidden (Blood Ties #7)

“It’s fine.”

I gave a shrug as my cell vibrated, then jerked my head toward the toilet. “You wanted to use it so bad, then use it.”

She seethed. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

My smile was cruel and fast.

Resignation met humiliation in her eyes as she glanced at the toilet, then back to me. “At least turn around.”

I stayed right where I was.

“Sick motherfucker,”she muttered under her breath.

I let it slide because she was right. Iwassick. I watched every twitch in her body as she limped to the toilet, then turned, pulled the ripped bottom of my shirt upwards, and sat.

The rush of liquid came barely a heartbeat later. Her cheeks reddened as she grabbed a wad of paper, then reached between her legs.

“See,” I murmured, my focus fixed on the glimpse of her snatch before the shirt fell. “That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”

“Not for you, you creepy old perv.”

A twitch came at the corner of my eye…old?

“At the foot of the bed,” I snapped.

“Or else?”

Anger rose. “Want to find out?”

She held my stare while the phone in my pocket buzzed and jittered, before she gave a slow shake of her head and turned. Christ, she was a pain in my ass.

My cell fell silent as she limped into the bedroom, leaving bloody smears behind, then sank to the floor at the foot of my bed.

I moved to the dresser, pulled it open, and punched in the code. I kept weapons and armor in every damn house I owned, but particularly in this one. Steel glinted in the light. I plucked a set of cuffs free and turned, finding her glaring up at me. Her knees were bent, the shirt slowly falling down around her hips.

The sight made me freeze.

She was playing me.

And I was falling for it.

I stole a heavy breath and forced myself to step forward. “Hands.”

“Should be around your goddamn throat.”

I lunged, grabbed hers, and forced them above her head, pushing her back against the bed until her spine bowed. Her eyes widened, her hands trapped between mine as I clenched my grip. “Keep pushing me.”

Her neck was stretched, tendons tight. My breaths came hard and fast as I dropped my head, breathing in the scent of her, that fucking intoxicating scent. Jesus, I needed to fuck her. It wasn’t a want anymore, but a damn compulsion.

I licked her throat, tasting the tremble of her pulse. “I’m two seconds away from tying you to that bed, Helene Montgomery. Two fucking seconds from strapping your arms and legs on either side and tearing what’s left of my shirt from your body. I’ll take my time, but by Christ, know this, by the time I’m done with you, you won’t remember asingle fuckwhenmy cock wasn’t buried inside you.”

She unleashed a sound.

A suffering, tormented thing.

One that tore an ache across my chest.

I eased my hold and pulled away, finding her eyes closed.