And she’d never been so turned on in her entire life.
Still, horny or not, she did have limits.
She deliberately glanced toward the whips that were hung next to her head.
“You try to hit me and I’ll kick you in the nuts,” she warned.
His lips twitched. “No pain, princess.” His fingers slipped between her legs, brushing her clit so lightly it was barely a tease. “Only pleasure.”
She bit her bottom lip, her toes curling in her stilettos.
“This is insane,” she sighed.
He stepped close enough to trail a line of kisses down the curve of her neck, the stiff hardness of his cock pressed against her stomach.
Christ. He was huge.
“Inevitable,” he said.
Holly shifted with a growing impatience. She was desperate to feel him thrusting deep inside her, but she’d be damned if she’d beg.
“Do you always handcuff your women?” she instead demanded.
He cupped her breasts in his hands, slowly torturing one nipple before he turned his attention to the other.
“Only when they need the opportunity to enjoy a complete surrender.”
“Complete surrender?” She stiffened, a strange fear inching down her spine. No. This was a night of madness. Nothing more. “In your dreams,” she hissed.
He leaned down to take her nipple between his teeth, biting just hard enough to send a rush of moisture to her cunt.
“Oh, you’ve been in my dreams,” he whispered, his finger continuing to brush over her clit. “Every night for the past year.”
Her hands tightened around the chains that held her to the bar hanging above her, her body bowing with a need that was threatening to make her self-combust.
“I don’t surrender,” she said between clenched teeth. “Not to anyone.”
His finger slid into her wet opening. “And that’s the problem.”
Holly struggled to breathe. Hell, she struggled to think.
“What is?”
His thumb circled her clit as he rubbed his cock against her stomach.
“You’ve kept your emotions so bottled up they’re about to explode.”
Her eyes slid shut. She didn’t want to discuss her feelings.
Not with a man who treated her as if she was little more than a spoiled child.
“What do you know about my emotions?”
“This isn’t the time for a prolonged discussion about your daddy issues—”
“Don’t.”
He lifted his head to study her with an unnerving perception.
“But we both know that you’ve spent the past year pretending to be someone you’re not,” he pressed.
She parted her lips to tell him to go to hell, only to give a gasp when he grabbed her hips and turned her to face the wall. There was a clank as the bar above her head swiveled to accommodate her new position, her wrists still firmly held by the handcuffs.
“What are you doing?”
Without warning, a blindfold was tied over her eyes.
“Just feel,” he whispered in her ear.
“Liam?” She struggled to free her hands, not afraid he would hurt her, but…
What?
That he would reach the vulnerable place she kept tightly guarded?
Wasn’t that one of the reasons she’d gone to such an effort to keep him as her enemy?
“Relax, princess,” he urged, his hands pushing her arms against the polished boards as he sensed her instinctive urge to escape. “In here, I’m the master. All you have to do is enjoy.”
“My friends—”
“Trust me, they’re happy as hell to give us some privacy,” he interrupted her protest. “They hated that dickhead fiancé of yours as much as I did.” His fingers tightened on her arms. “Forget about everything but what I’m making you feel, do you understand me?”
“Okay, Liam, that’s enough—” She caught her breath as she felt him lower himself to his knees behind her, then with a shocking intimacy, he was jerking her legs farther apart. Holly’s fingers dug into the wooden post as a shudder of sheer delight shook through her. “Oh…god.”
“It is too late for prayers,” he muttered, nipping at the sensitive curve of her ass before he gave her legs one last tug and he was able to find the damp heat he was searching for.
Holly gave a strangled scream, her body clenching with shocked joy. There was something extraordinarily erotic in standing handcuffed to the wall as Liam made love to her with his tongue and teeth.
Lost in the darkness, she concentrated on the sizzling excitement in the pit of her stomach. Hell. She’d accepted that tonight was a night to forget the worthless men she’d tried so desperately to please.
Why not relax and enjoy the one male who wanted nothing more than to give her pleasure?
Again and again his tongue swirled over her sensitive clit, occasionally dipping into her opening with a skill that had her swiftly tumbling toward her climax.
As if sensing she was close, Liam abruptly surged to his feet, kissing a searing path up her spine.
“Keep a hold of the board,” he rasped, his hand tugging her leg up until her foot rested on the edge of a low bench next to the rack, leaving her feeling open and vulnerable.
Expecting Liam to instantly enter her, she floundered when she felt his hands explore over her shoulders and up her arms, before returning to slide around the front of her body. He cupped her breasts, then allowed his fingers to glide down her stomach.
Almost like he was trying to memorize each line and curve of her body.
The sensation that he was utterly focused on discovering every inch of her was disturbingly intimate.
Far more intimate than a quick slam-bam.
“Liam?”
“Patience,” he insisted, his hand sliding down her inner thigh at the same moment his cock nudged at her slit from behind.
“Oh.”
Her head fell back to rest against his shoulder, her neck boneless with pleasure as he at long last thrust deep inside her. Oh, hell yeah. She thought she knew what passion was all about.
Obviously she didn’t know a damned thing.
Holding onto the board to keep herself in place as his thrusts deepened, Holly groaned in sheer bliss. It was rough, and wild, and exactly what she needed.
He buried his face in her throat as his clever fingers spread her folds, stroking through her damp heat in pace with the fierce, relentless pump of his hips.
Downstairs her friends were no doubt taking bets on whether she and Liam were fighting or fucking, but at the moment Holly didn’t care. Let them enjoy her moment of insanity. Right now all that mattered was the beckoning orgasm that hovered just on the horizon.