Page 58 of Dance of Thorns

One: my arms and legs are bound tight to the bed.

Two:Baneis straddling my sternum, his eyes glinting with dark fire, his mouth curled in a demonic grin.

…And his tattooed hand wrapped around his huge—and I do meanhuge—cock, fisting it slowly mere inches above my face.

“Your mouth had a whole lot of not-so-nice words for my voicemail earlier, little bird,” he growls quietly. “Let’s see if we can fill it with something morefun.”

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DOVE

At first,between his weight on my body, the fierce, slightly unhinged look in his eyes, and the fact that he's stroking hiscockbarely six inches from my face, I’m frozen in place.

Then my fight or flight instinct kicks in, and I bring my arms up to try to shove him off me.

That’s when I realize my dream wasn’t entirely made up. When I try to move, I discover that my arms aretiedabove my head to the headboard. My legs are similarly bound, each ankle pulled toward one of the lower corners of the bed, leaving my legs spread.

I try to thrust my torso up to dislodge him.

…It goes about as well as you’d imagine.

I might be in fantastic physical shape, like all dancers, but Bane is a wall of solid muscle. Even in the dim glow of a garden light coming from outside, I can see the rippling, veined muscles of his forearms, see his biceps straining at the sleeves of his black t-shirt stretched tight across his chest.

I can feel his thighs spread either side of my ribs, utterly pinning me down and making me feel the full extent of his power over me.

A sinister feeling ignites the air around me as Bane's eyes pierce into mine. He languidly fists his hard, throbbing cock, bulging from his unzipped black jeans.

“Get the fuck?—!”

My words muffle as his hand leaves his cock and clamps over my mouth. His gaze holds mine unflinchingly as he slowly shakes his head.

“Uh-uh-uh, little bird,” he whispers in a deep, rumbling tone. “Let’s not wake yourhouseguest.”

Evie.

My head wrenches to the side, looking at the railing of the loft area that looks down over the room below, where Evelina is fast asleep on the couch.

“EVIE!” I scream.

But all that comes out through the heavy palm covering my mouth is a very muffledEEE-eee!

“I said let'snotwake?—”

I scream her name through his palm again. But then suddenly he reaches behind him with his other hand, and I blurt a choked cry into it when his palm roughly smacks the inside of my thigh,wayup high. His hand lingers there, his fingers lightly stroking the heat blooming on my skin as his eyes lock with mine, past the heavy weight of his cock bobbing above my face.

“I dislike having to repeat myself, little bird,” he murmurs quietly.

“FUCK YOU!”

It comes out more like a muffled “phhhcckkkoooo!”

Bane doesn’t make a sound, doesn’t utter a word. For a second, he doesn’t evenmove. I tremble, my stomach twisting as his dark eyes lance into me.

I’ve felt his malevolence before. His disdain. His anger. But for the first time, I’m realizing quite suddenly—abruptly, jarringly—the full depth of hisfurytoward me for what I did.

I’ve seriously underestimated the monster I’m going to be marrying.

Without warning, his icy stillness cracks and shatters. He reaches back again, grabbing the crotch of my sleep shorts. I jolt, stunned, when he yanks them down to mid-thigh before reaching for my panties.