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Havoc

I stood at the edge of the bed with a towel slung low on my hips and water still dripping down my skin. My hair was wet and messy, and Riley’s eyes locked on me like I was something she’d been wanting for a long time. Truth was, maybe we’d both been wanting this. Riley was the first woman who liked me for myself instead of my cut, my money, or something tangible that I could give a woman. And she’d just told me she was into kinky sex. This was a woman after my own heart. Therefore, I didn't waste any time giving the lady what she asked for.

“I want to tie your hands,” I said, my voice low, tight with want but steady. “Just above your head.”

She didn’t hesitate. Maybe she would’ve, once. But not now. Not with me.

She nodded, and damn if that didn’t make my pulse speed up.

“Yes. I want to be bound by you.”

I stepped closer, pulling a soft black shirt from my bag. I held it up for her to see, giving her one last chance to change her mind. “You sure?”

“I’m sure. I trust you and want to experience this with you.” She lifted her arms as if to drive her point home.

That was answer enough for me.

I came down on top of her, brushing my lips against her wrist before tying the fabric snugly around both hands. Her arms rested above her head, tethered to the slatted headboard. I wasn’t trying to hurt her. That wasn’t the point. The point was to keep her still while I gave her a world of pleasure.

And something about that—about her giving me that control—touched me deeper than any words ever could.

“You look beautiful all tied up for me,” I murmured, kneeling beside her on the mattress. “I like to see you all laid out for me. Flushed. Waiting.”

She tugged on the restraint. Seeing that made my cock throb with need. “You’re not one of those guys who like to tie girls up and make them wait, are you?”

I chuckled, truly enjoying myself. “I would never make you wait, babe.”

I kissed the inside of her wrist, just above the knot, then let my mouth trail down her arm. My hands followed the path, slow and steady, rough palms grazing soft skin. I took my time with her like she was something rare. Something breakable.

“You don’t have to be strong right now,” I whispered, lips brushing her shoulder. “I’ve got you.”

And fuck, I meant it.

I moved down her body with a reverence I never expected to find with a woman. Parted her legs with a quiet authority that made her breath hitch. Then I lowered my mouth to her, and the rest of the world disappeared.

I moved slowly, letting my tongue trace sensual patterns on her skin. I took my time, because I wanted it to be all about pleasure for her. She arched beneath me, panting, begging with her body for more of my tender touches. Every reaction, every whimper, hit even harder.

“You taste so good,” I muttered against her, voice ragged. “I could stay here all night.”

I didn’t rush. I knew exactly what she needed and prided myself on being the man to give it to her. My mouth worked her body like a song I already knew by heart. I felt her come undone, heard the way her breath hitched and broke as she shattered under my tongue.

Still, I didn’t stop. Not until she was trembling, whimpering from sensitivity.

Only then did I kiss my way back up her body, slow and deep, letting her feel the full length of me as I moved. Solid. Warm. Hers.

“Untie me,” she whispered when I hovered over her again.

I shook my head, slowly. “Not yet.”

Her eyes widened, but it wasn’t fear I saw.

It was hunger.

I slid into her with one slow, thick thrust. Her body opened around me, pulling me in, and we both groaned like it had been years instead of days.

The restraint kept her from moving, and fuck, that made every thrust feel deeper. Her nails curled into her palms, her hips meeting mine on instinct, thighs wrapping around me to drag me closer.

“Fuck, Riley,” I growled, pressing my forehead to hers. “You feel like heaven. I could stay inside you forever.”

She met every movement with her own, holding the restraint above her head in both hands to get leverage. It felt like her body was tuned to mine. I picked up the pace, thrust harder, rougher, one hand on her hip, the other beneath her back, lifting her slightly with each stroke.

“I want to watch you fall apart,” I said, roughly. “Tied up. Taken and loved by me.”

That last word? It broke something open in both of us.

Because that’s what this was. This wasn’t just heat or need.

It was love. Raw, real, and deep.

She came again, body jerking against the restraints, a cry tearing from her throat. I followed right after, couldn’t help it. I buried myself in her as I came hard, filling her with my seed.

I collapsed over her, my arms shaking as they braced around her for support. The last thing in the world I needed to do was crush her. No, I needed to be careful with her delicate body. My breathing was rough as I struggled to catch my breath.

Slowly, I reached up and untied her wrists, kissing the inside of each one before freeing them. She dropped her arms around my back, fingers sinking into my hair, pulling me close.

I rolled us onto our sides, keeping her against me. One leg tangled with hers. My arm under her head.

“You okay?” I asked, more worried than I thought I’d be.

She kissed the center of my chest. “Better than okay.”

“I didn’t want to go too far, did I?”

“You didn’t.” She looked up at me, open and unguarded in a way that made my chest ache. “You were perfect, just what I needed.”

I held her tighter. “I’m not perfect. But I swear to God, Riley, I’ll always be safe for you.”

“That’s not something I’m used to hearing.”

“Then get used to it.”

She smiled into my skin, and I let myself breathe her in.

We didn’t know what tomorrow would bring. Didn’t know how many fights we’d have to win, how much blood we’d have to wash off our hands.

But right now, I had her wrapped in my arms, her skin still warm from how I loved her. Nothing in this world could take her from me