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He held his wrists up to her. “Putting you in the driver’s seat, honey. Don’t lie and tell me it isn’t what you need.”

Her chest tightened. The bastard. Yes, that was exactly what she needed. To be in control ofsomeaspect of her life. She needed this like the air she breathed.

She bit her lip, flooded with indecision. If she gave in to him, she risked more than her hard-earned reputation.

He lowered his raised hands. For a moment, she worried he was taking that offer off the table. Then he ran his hands up her legs, cupped her ass in both of his massive palms and thrust his erection against her sex. Voice a throaty rumble, he said, “Use me as you did the other day. All I’m asking is you take me with you.”

Heat flooded her veins. She looked into his eyes, and the decision was made.

Leather cracked.Vivian slapped the folded belt against Liam’s chest, striking him with her palm more than the leather. “Did I say you could touch me?”

He’d never been happier to see the evil gleam in her golden eyes. Fool woman had tried to run him off. Just when things had started to get interesting. Since she’d sunk her claws into him, dragging him back into her life, he’d not experienced a single dull moment. Surprisingly, he didn’t hate the time he’d spent with her. Being with Vivian, watching the vivacious female he used to know resurface, had him feeling like he was the king of the world. Instead of having one foot in the grave, for the first time in centuries, he felt alive.

His cock pulsed against her sex, and her eyes lit up. In response to her question, he squeezed her gorgeous ass, unrepentant. “No, Mistress.”

She tossed his belt to the floor. “Fine, then. Since you’ve decided to stay, I believe we should revisit the rules.”

It was disturbing how disappointed he was to see the belt go. “This again.” He chuffed a low growl. “Thought we were done with the games, Viv.”

Intrigued, he watched her drag the sash on her robe from the loops. “Not to worry,mon grand. The leather is too harsh for what I intend. Someday, I’ll take the time to bind you properly, to honor you with my ropes. But not today.” As she wrapped the end of her sash around his wrist, he was totally on board.

“Rule Number One,” she purred, “you will not touch me without permission, or you will end up tied to my bed.”

Ah, so this was about Vivian and her kinky fuckery. He smirked. “Got it.”

“Good. Now back up and recline against the pillows.”

When he eagerly complied, she fastened the sash to the headboard, securing his wrist. “Rule Number Two, you will call me Mistress, not Viv, while I tend to your every desire.”

Fuck, but he liked where this was headed. “Think I can handle that.” He flirted with Rule One, sliding his free hand under her robe and up her rib cage, enjoying the feel of her silken skin beneath his palm.

Before he could take things further, she reached into the drawer of the side table and dug out one of her scarves. Then she looped it around his opposite wrist, securing his wandering hand.

“Rule Number Three, you will not masturbate.”

He scowled. “Still?”

She curled her crimson lip, humor twinkling in her eyes. “Unless I’m watching.”

“Deal,” he groaned, already envisioning the filthy performance he’d give her.

With his restraints in place, she straddled his hips, reclaiming her seat. Once there, she admired her handiwork. Her expression warmed. “Oh, but you’re a sight.”

Gods save him, he was harder than he’d been in his life, and she’d yet to touch him, fucking him with her eyes.

She grew somber. “The ties are loose enough for you to slip out if you desire.”

Sure, he’d had an emasculating moment the first time she’d tried to restrain him. Being bound stirred up shit from his past. Now, the only memory that surfaced was the way she’d rode him in that chair.

“Honey, at this point, I’d let you truss me up like a roasted turkey if it got me inside of you.”

“Ah, Liam.” She sighed, shaking her head. “You are ever the charmer.”

Eh, so what if poetry wasn’t his thing. He’d leave the hearts and flowers to all the silver-tongued assholes who’d love to be him right now.

Finally, she set to stroking him, running her soft hands down his forearms, spanning his biceps, then petting his chest. “My beautiful warrior,” she purred, dipping her face to his. “I think I could orgasm just from touching you.”

“Same,” he growled, then lurched forward, claiming her mouth. Aggressive, demanding, he kissed her, unleashing all the pent-up lust the enchantress had bottled up inside of him. Now that she was pulling the cork, there was no holding back, even if he wanted. That shit had been building since he swore his oath. Vivian had earned everything he was giving her. He attacked her plump lips, evading her mouth. Their tongues battled, his the aggressor.