Chapter 34

Chapter Thirty-Four

Dragon

I know better than this. I shouldn’t be doing this. Not to her. Not again.

But I can’t bring myself to stop.

She is sparkling light in the sea of my darkness.

And this new fire I’m sensing in her? The kind that made her tell me to fuck off?

It makes me want her even more.

I taste every part of her mouth with my tongue, all her sweetness, and all this newfound defiance that she’s showing me tonight.

She deserves so much better than me.

Better than a man who can’t donate plasma because of his history.

Better than a man who would drown his sorrows in a fix right now if he could.

Better than a man whose parents gave him away years ago.

Better than a man who was told he was evil as a child and grew up to believe it.

She deserves someone worthy of her. Worthy of her kindness and compassion, of her beauty inside and out.

That’s not me.

But I don’t fucking care.

Right now, I need her. And I’m going to take her.

I back her into her bedroom. A bedroom I’ve never seen before.

I break the kiss so we don’t stumble and then zero in on her solid oak headboard.

A headboard with rungs.

Fuck…

I’m not into BDSM. I’ve tried it, but it’s not my thing at all. Still, I’d like to tie those thin and supple wrists to her headboard so she can’t move. Can’t touch me.

Even though I long for her touch. Desire it. Yearn for it.

I’m not worthy. I shouldn’t let her touch me.

I narrow my gaze, meeting hers. “What would you do if I tied you to the bed? To those strong oak bedposts of yours?”

She gulps audibly.

“Or better yet, if I tied your ankles to the posts of your footboard? Your legs spread for my fucking pleasure? I could do anything to you, and you couldn’t stop me.”

She breathes in and then exhales. “What if I didn’t want to stop you, Dragon?”

God, the sound of my name from her lips. It drips like blood oozing from her, as if she’s a vampire, ready to sink her teeth into my flesh.

This can’t be Diana Steel.

Not sweet, perfect Diana Steel.

Does Diana have a dark side?

“What if I told you I wanted to turn you over, spank that creamy ass of yours? Spank it until it’s red as a beet, and then keep spanking it no matter how hard you cry out?”

This time she visibly shudders. “You want to do that?”

Do I?

I have no desire to hurt Diana. But I know from experience that most women enjoy a good spanking in the bedroom. The pleasure and the pain.

“Tell me”—she licks her lower lip—“ Dragon . Describe exactly what you’re going to do to me. Don’t you leave out one single dirty detail.”

I close my eyes, grit my teeth against the pulsing in my cock.

Does she have any idea what she’s doing to me? What she’s asking of me?

“I want to tie your wrists to two of those rungs on your headboard. With one of your silk scarves, Diana. A red one, I think. Maybe blue. Tie you so tightly that you can’t escape me. So you’re bound and laid out for my pleasure. Like a feast on a platter. Only for me. For my eyes. My ears. My lips and my tongue. My fingers…” I thrust my hips forward. “My cock.”

She sucks in a breath. Her nipples are hard, and they protrude against the cotton of her tank top.

Fuck, she has perfect breasts. Big and round and pert, with just a touch of sag to make them fall against her chest.

“Or I’ll blindfold you.” I lick my lips. “Take away your sense of sight. All you’ll be able to do is hear me and feel me. I may gag you as well so you can’t speak. You can’t cry out if you don’t like what I’m doing.”

This time she swallows and rubs her upper arms against the chill that is clearly overtaking her.

“Then, when you’re at my mercy, I’ll hover over you, stare at you, look at you as much as my heart desires. I’ll bite on your lip, bite on those hard nipples. Smack your breasts until they’re red. Smack your abdomen, your pussy. Spread your legs and look at that paradise between them. I will look and look and look until I can’t take it anymore, and then I’ll dive between your legs, suck hard on that clit, bite it.”

She closes her eyes, her mouth slightly agape.

“I’ll make you scream. Make you beg me to stop. Except you won’t be able to beg because you’ll be gagged. How does all that sound, Diana? Is that what you truly want?”

She nibbles on that full lower lip of hers, making my cock ache. “All of it except the gagging,” she says. “I don’t like the idea of being gagged. I have allergies, and sometimes I need to breathe through my mouth.”

Jesus fuck.

She’s enough to make a man go crazy.

Insane with desire, insane with the sheer need to dominate and overtake.

I’m not into the whole BDSM game. Truly I’m not. But I want every part of Diana. I want her under me, submitting to me.

I don’t know why that’s so important.

Maybe because she’s so far above me in her station. I realize she doesn’t see herself that way, but I can’t help but see.

“What if I tell you I have to gag you or the deal is off?”

She narrows her eyes. “Then I guess the deal is off…Dragon.”

Her eyes burn with fire when she says my name, and pinpricks erupt all over me. I hold back a quiver.

A smile tugs at her lips.

She knows.

She knows not only what she does to me, but she knows what my name does to me from her lips.

She knows too much.

This woman reads me. It’s disconcerting. It’s also arousing.

How? How can Diana Steel—heiress, raised with a silver spoon in her mouth, never wanting for anything—read me ? I’m a nobody. A man so broken. An addict.

I need to walk away. But not because she won’t let me gag her. It would be a sin to cover those beautiful lips with anything.

But because—if we do this again, and if we do it the way I’ve described—I will drag her down into the seedy underbelly of my world.

Jesse would never forgive me. Diana is his family now.

Hell, I’d never forgive myself.

Diana is all that is good and sweet in this world—so much like my little sister Griffin was.

Is?

Which is why I absolutely cannot soil Diana Steel.

“Are you going to answer me?” Diana says.

“I don’t think you actually asked a question. You simply stated that you won’t let me gag you, and if I refuse to do everything to you without gagging you, it’s off.”

She pouts her lips. “Do you have a counteroffer?”

I look at her as if she has two heads. “This isn’t a negotiation, Diana.”

“Isn’t it? Isn’t everything a negotiation…Dragon?”

She lowers her voice when she says my name.

Fuck…

“I don’t negotiate for sex,” I say, “and neither should you. You should walk away.”

She looks around. “Seems we’re in my room. Maybe it’s you who should walk away… Dragon .”

My cock pulses against my jeans. I’m ready to explode from her words alone. No one has ever affected me like this—and already I know no other woman will.

I have to get a grip.

I turn, walk toward the door, and?—

She jerks me around with more strength than I knew she had. “I’m not letting you walk away from this, Dragon. You want me as much as I want you. I see it in those beautiful eyes of yours. I hear it when you tell me what you want to do to me. I’m up for it. I’m up for everything except the gagging. I gave you the reason why. If you can’t deal with that, then fuck you.”

“Fuck you too, Diana.”

We glare at each other for a split second, and then our mouths are fused together, our lips sliding, our tongues tangling. Who kissed who? I’m not sure, and I don’t care.

All that matters is that we’re kissing, devouring each other.

And I don’t ever want it to end.