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Everything about Haisley appealed to him, from her fiery hair and saucy smile to her little painted-pink toenails—and all the delectable parts of her in between.

Since she thought this was their one and only night together, he needed to heap so much pleasure that she changed her mind. And forgot any other man who had ever touched her. Saying he wanted to ruin her for every other guy hadn’t been an idle threat. He didn’t want to think about why.

Nash sank onto the mattress, caressing her silken thighs and nestling against the shock of red hair between them as he covered her with his own body in a tangle of legs, rough to smooth. Groaning, he fell onto her breasts, cupping them in his big hands, and worked his lips across her soft, pure skin. He teased her, laving and circling close to her sensitive nipples, but never quite touching them.

Under him, she writhed and arched. Her breathing roughened. Her legs grew restless. Her moans turned louder.

Haisley scorched him to the core.

He skimmed a tormenting thumb just under her swollen tip, brushing tantalizingly close. “Want something, baby?”

“Stop playing games. You know what I want.”

“Yep. I know exactly what your body craves. But I won’t give it to you until you spell it out for me—every dirty detail.”

Her lashes fluttered up to reveal dilated blue eyes. Knowing he’d aroused her torqued up his desire another notch.

“You want me to explain how you should pleasure me?”

Oh, she was being her sassy self—and playing with fire. He skimmed his thumb close to her steely peak again. “Does it really feel like I need you to teach me?”

“N-no, but?—”

“No. I just want to hear you beg me for what I know you need.”

She frowned. “We’re exchanging pleasure; you’re not bending me to your will.”

He wasn’t budging until she lowered her walls and at least tried to be vulnerable. “Is that what you think? Since I’m not the one on the bottom, hungry for orgasm, I’m calling the shots. And I can do this all night, baby.” He rocked his rigid cock against her pussy, reveling in the way she burned him with her damp heat. “How about you?”

“Bastard.”

“Did you think I was a nice guy?” He dragged his knuckles over her distended nipples and delighted in her gasp.

“I didn’t think you’d torment me for fun.” She tried to sound angry, but her voice came out as somewhere between a groan and a plea.

“Give me what I want, and I’ll relieve that ache throbbing between your legs.”

She pressed her lips together mulishly. “I don’t beg any man for anything.”

“I’ll be the one to change your mind.” He climbed over her, reached into the nightstand drawer, then withdrew a pair of padded cuffs. Before she could even sputter, he had them attached to her wrists with the chain attaching them looped around the decorative slats of his headboard.

Her eyes widened. “What the hell?”

“Are you scared?” If she was, he’d let her go instantly.

“No.” She scoffed.

“Good. I would never hurt you.” He kissed his way up her throat and hovered over her pouting mouth. “But you sure do look pretty bound and at my mercy. Be a good girl, and I’ll reward you in ways you’ve never imagined.”

Nash punctuated his promise by exhaling hotly on one stiff nipple. He followed up by slowly dragging his tongue over the engorged tip.

Her breath caught. Her body stiffened. In the next heartbeat, her back arched. A whimper slipped from between her lips. “Nash…”

He did the same to her other nipple, then murmured against her skin. “Yeah, baby. Something you want to say?”

“I’ll get you back for this.”

“I look forward to it. But if you want more, you know what I need to hear.”