Page 36 of Forbidden Confessions, Volume 2 (The Forbidden Volumes #1)

“Yes, Sir.” The words come out of nowhere as I shimmy the jeans down my hips.

His long, slow smile only gets more wicked as he watches me kick the denim away, then settles his knuckles over the seam of my pussy, clinging wetly to my panties, and starts a slow, slow rub over the engorged halves of my sex.

“Oh, how soft and sweet. And already so needy. You’re going to be an absolute pleasure to defile. ”

I whimper and arch into his hand, desperate for more.

He pulls away, wagging a playful finger at me. Then he licks it, damp with my juices, and moans.

I feel faint. “Ransom…”

“You’re not naked yet. The longer you stall, the longer we wait. But if you like the tease, I’ll oblige. I’ll make you so hot you’ll beg. And you’ll get on your knees to do it.”

Part of me thinks that sounds horrifying and humiliating. The rest of me thrills at the notion that he could arouse me enough to make me.

My breasts draw up tighter. My pussy weeps more. I’m half-ready to throw myself at him.

I reach behind my back and unhook my bra.

When my breasts fall free, I feel more exposed than being mostly naked should make me.

His black stare plucks my nipples as if his visual touch is tactile.

The tips draw up tighter. I wish like hell Ransom would say something.

Do something. But he merely stares and waits for me to completely bare myself to him.

Swiping my tongue across my lip, I fidget.

The little bit of friction I get from shifting my weight does nothing to alleviate the ache between my legs.

Even when his fingertips whisper across the side swell of my breast, that’s not the touch I’m feeling.

That’s not the touch I’m dying for. I want it right where my panties, clinging to my puffy sex, are the only thing left shielding me from his piercing gaze.

“You’re stalling.” He raises a brow.

“No.”

“You are.” The fingers caressing my breast suddenly cradle it. His thumb scrapes across my nipple. “Admit it.”

I suck in a shaky breath. “I don’t know.”

Am I taunting him on purpose? Seeing how far I can push him? Or am I just drowning in my own desire, too stunned and aching to move?

“Yeah, you’re teasing me.” Suddenly, his fingers close around my nipple and squeeze until I gasp. Sensations deluge me…but he pulls away. “And if you want to dish it out, baby girl, you better be prepared to take it.”

I don’t doubt him. And I know I should lose my panties right here and now. He’ll give me what I want—and crave—once I do. But the devil on my shoulder, the one that doesn’t want to give him the upper hand because he snapped his fingers, resists.

I press my wandering hand against the hard ridge behind his zipper and squeeze.

He stiffens, hissing in a breath, and grabs me by the wrist. “If you want cock, I’ll give you all you can handle—but not until those panties are gone. If you don’t hurry, I’ll shred them the second they come off.”

So I won’t have any underwear. Every second I spend here with him, my pussy will be bare. So he can look at me. So he can touch me. So he can torment me. So he can take me.

The thought makes me dizzy.

I want Ransom and everything he’s promising with both his words and those hot, glittering eyes. And I’ll give in, probably soon, but the anticipation now is so painfully delicious.

“What if I’m afraid?” I ask, biting my lip.

His smile only turns hotter. “If you were really afraid, I’d help you put your clothes back on and sit you down to talk until we worked things out. But you’re yanking my chain to make me impatient.” He tsks. “You must want to suffer.”

“I don’t.” Or do I?

What am I getting myself into? I’m not sure, but I’m loving every giddy, unexpected moment of it.

“If you want me, drop them.” He presses his thumb against my pussy again and slides it over my clit in a gentle back-and-forth caress until I moan. “I’ll make you so fucking glad you did.”

I already know he will. Yes, it’s my first time, but I’m making the right decision. I feel it. I know it. He’ll be good to me, but I have to stop teasing him. There will be time for that later, right?

Finally, I hook my thumbs under the little strings at the hips of my too-tight undies and start tugging them down.

The second they clear my thighs, exposing my wetness to his gaze, the hunger in his eyes—need I didn’t think could get any hotter—flares.

He clenches his fists at his sides like he’s resisting the urge to touch me as the panties fall to the floor.

When I’m free of them, his stare fastens directly on the clean-shaven cleft between my legs.

I resist the urge to cup my mound self-consciously. Will Ransom hate me being as bare as a little girl?

“Oh…” He sucks in a breath like the sight of me makes it impossible for him to breathe, think, or resist. “You’re perfect.”

His reaction is every bit as arousing as teasing him, and I’m beginning to think that no matter what he does, I’ll be under his spell.

His hand shakes as he cups my hip, bringing me closer. “I’m going to apologize right now.”

“For what?”

Our naked chests meet. He’s like velvet over steel. Need flares across my skin. Desire thickens my blood. Lust twists between my legs.

He takes hold of my other hip and yanks me flush against him, notching his hard cock where I need it most. “For making your little pussy sore. Tomorrow, all you’re going to want me to do is lie between your legs so I can kiss it and make it better.”

“Please,” I whisper breathlessly.

He drops his lips to my collarbone. “I’m going to love wringing whimpers out of you. How are your fingernails?”

When he lifts my hand to inspect them, I’m totally confused. “My nails?”

Ransom nods. “These are great. They’ll make nice, long, red scratches down my back.” With a kiss to my palm, he releases my hand—and picks up my gift. “Now open it.”

I’m so aroused, I almost forgot. With a trembling nod, I lift the lid of the blue velvet box. I gasp at the gorgeous heart-shaped pendant inside. “This is for me?”

He removes the delicate chain from the pad, then clasps it around my neck. The heart settles into the hollow of my throat as he takes my shoulders. “I bought it the day you left my house. I knew I’d be coming for you.”

“I love it. I have to see it right now.” I dash away to find the nearest mirror.

Ransom is a mere breath behind. He’s chasing me.

Thrill spikes my veins as I streak out of the kitchen and run blindly down a long hallway, throwing open the last door on the left. His footsteps are right behind me. I fumble for the light switch.

I don’t make it.