Chapter Fifteen
Shivers racked throughme as Aster swept me into his arms and carted me to the room he’d been sharing with Whist. My assassins remained in the sitting room, scowling at my dragon. No. Not my dragon. The dragon. He’d made himself perfectly clear he wasn’t mine, and I wasn’t his.
Aster kicked the door closed and turned and trapped me against it, his eyes still dark with frustration and worry. “You terrify me. You’re too bloody reckless.”
Before I could summon another argument or apology, he took my mouth in a bruising kiss, punishing me. I writhed against him, his kiss rekindling the flame Bastian had lit. His hands slid to my ass, and he squeezed, hard. I moaned into his mouth, ready for whatever he wanted to do to me.
He pulled back a little. “I stored a few of my toys here. And you certainly need the reminder of who you belong to.”
His words would normally raise my hackles and grate against my independence, but at the moment, it only turned me on more. Aster had been holding back with me and I wanted to see him unleashed. I craved it.
He released me and stepped back completely. “Take off your clothes. Now.”
More shivers raced through me and goosebumps exploded across my skin as I kicked off my boots and stripped off my shirt and trousers, taking my underclothes with them.
He stared at me as I stood bare before him, my nipples hard and core ready. “Get on the middle of the bed by the headboard.”
I was helpless to resist his command when he spoke in his rough, husky tone, the charming golden boy nowhere in sight. Anticipation tightened my chest, but I reminded myself he was going to torture me. A lot.
And I couldn’t wait.
Once I settled on the bed, I tracked him in the dim light from the lone light shining from the corner. He squatted in front of a trunk beside the closet and rustled through it for a moment before he stood and prowled over to the bed, his weight dipping the mattress as he crawled over to me, a coil of rope in his hands.
My breathing sped up as he straddled my waist, his trousers scratchy against my sensitive skin, as he wrapped the rope around first one wrist and then the other, attaching it to the headboard. He jerked it tight, and I gasped as my arms stretched above my head, making my back arch.
Aster stared down at me with wicked satisfaction and reached out to pinch and twist my nipples. My thighs rubbed together and my head fell back as the pleasure and pain swirled and mingled together, creating a pool of heat low in my belly.
Usually, Aster whispered filthy and titillating words in my ear while he teased me, but not tonight. Tonight, he was stern and silent, radiating dominance, making the tension thicker, the anticipation stronger.
A small whimper escaped my throat and his hands tightened on my breasts in response.
His lips quirked, and he climbed off me. “Do you remember a promise I made you our first time together?”
Lost in lust, it took a moment for my head to clear enough to think. When the memory came to me, I moaned and shifted on the bed, wishing I could grab him and force our bodies to join.
“I take that as a yes.”
I moaned again.
“It’s been a long time coming, princess.”
Princess? He’d always called me Rhapsody instead of a pet name like the others. Though once our bond was complete, I guessed it wasn’t so much a pet name as the truth. I’d be a bloody princess.
“Are you ready for this? All you have to do is tell me to stop and I will. We haven’t talked about it much.”
“I’m ready.” The words rasped from my throat.
“I’m not so sure you won’t be regretting those words soon.” He returned to his trunk and pulled out more things I couldn’t make out in the dark room.
A shape formed out of shadows glided towards the bed and I let out a shriek of surprise.