He had to forcibly tamp down his lust. Not that sharing her would be easy, or would happen often, but there was a particular pleasure in it that could be found in no other sexual act. The thought of total control of her body, her desires and her lusts was an aphrodisiac nearly impossible to resist.
“Tess, you shouldn’t dare me,” he warned her carefully. “You don’t know what you could be asking for, baby.”
He felt honor bound to give her one chance, and one chance only, to still the raging desires building inside him. She didn’t know, couldn’t know the sexuality that was so much a part of him. A sexuality and dark desire he had been willing to dampen for her. But her bold declaration that she could handle them was more than he could resist.
“Maybe I do know.” He loved the breathless quality in her voice, the edge of fear and lust in her voice was a heady combination.
“I would f**k your ass, Tess,” he growled advancing on her once again. “Is that what you want? My best bud sinking in that tight pu**y while I push inside your back hole. You would scream, baby.”
The idea of it was making him so hot he could barely stand the heat himself.
“Hmm…” Her pink lips pouted into a moue of thoughtfulness. “Sounds interesting, Cole. But you know, I couldn’t allow just anyone such privileges.” She sighed regretfully. “Sorry, darling, but it appears you’re out of luck.”
Oh, she was in trouble. Cole kept his expression only slightly amused, allowing his sweet Tess to dig her own grave.
“And what qualities must a man have to be so lucky?” he asked her as he deliberately maneuvered her against the wall, his body pressing against hers, not forcing her, but holding her, warming her.
For a moment, an endearing vulnerability flashed in her eyes. His heart softened at what he read there. Mingled hope and need, a flash of uncertainty.
“Something you don’t have.” He wondered if she heard the regret in her voice.
“And what would that be, baby?” He wanted to pull her to his chest, hold her, assure her that anything she needed, anything she wanted, was hers for the asking.
She pushed away from him, her natural defensiveness taking over again, that flash of pain in her eyes overriding her need to play, to tease and tempt.
“Heart, Cole. It takes a heart,” she bit out. “And I really don’t think you have one.”
* * * * *
Tess walked away quickly, anger enveloping her. It did little to tamp the desire or the raging cauldron of emotions that threatened to swamp her. Damn. Double damn. She couldn’t love him. She couldn’t need his love. Two years of sparring with him, fighting his advances and his heated looks couldn’t have caused this.
She felt her body trembling, her chest tightening with tears. Loving Cole was hopeless. She didn’t stand a chance against the sophisticated, experienced women he often slept with. She had seen them, hated them. Knowing he took them to his bed, made them scream for his touch was more than she could bear. Surely she didn’t love him. But Tess had a very bad feeling she did.
CHAPTER FIVE
Tess came awake hours later, a sense of being watched, studied, breaking through the erotic dream of Cole teasing her, tempting her with a kiss that never came. On the verge of screaming out for it, the presence in her room began to make itself felt.
She blinked her eyes open, frowning at the soft light of a candle on the small half moon table by her bed. Her head turned, her heart began to race. Cole was sitting on the side of the bed watching her, his blue eyes narrowed, his muscular chest bare except for the light covering of black hair that angled down his stomach and disappeared into— Her eyes widened, then flew back to his. He was naked. Sweet God, he was naked and sporting a hard on that terrified her. Thick and long, the head purpled, the flesh heavily veined.
Tess was suddenly more than aware of her nakedness beneath the heavy quilt. When she had gone to bed, she had thought nothing of it. Now she could feel her br**sts swelling, her ni**les hardening. Between her legs, she felt the slow, heated moistening of her fevered flesh. She felt something else, too. Her arms were tied to the curved headboard, stretched out, the same as her legs, with very little play in the rope. Son of a bitch, he had tied her on her bed like some damned virginal sacrifice.
“What have you done?” She cleared the drowsiness from her voice as he sat still, watching her with those wicked, sensually charged eyes. “Untie me, Cole. What are you doing here?”
“First lesson,” he told her, his voice soft as his lips quirked in a sexy grin. “Are you ready for it?”
“Lesson?” She shook her head, her voice filled with her surging anger. How dare the son of a bitch tie her up? “What the hell are you talking about, Cole?”
His hand lifted. Tess thought he would touch her, grab her, instead, those long fingers wrapped around his c**k absently, stroking it. She swallowed tightly, her mouth watering, aching to feel that bulging head in it. She may have even considered giving into the impulse, if she could have moved her body.
“Your first lesson in being my woman, Tess,” he told her, his voice cool, determined. “I told you I was tired of waiting on you. Tonight, your first lesson begins.”
Tess rolled her eyes as she breathed out in irritation.
“Are you a secret psycho or something, Cole?” she bit out. “Did you just pay attention to what you said? Now let me go and stop acting so weird. Dammit, if you wanted to f**k, you should have just said so.”
He smiled at her. The bastard just smiled that slow, wicked grin of his.
“But, Tess, I don’t want to just f**k,” he said, his voice amused. “I want you know who controls your body, your lusts. I want you to know, all the way to your soul, who owns that pretty pu**y, that tempting little ass and hot mouth. I want you to admit they’re mine, and mine alone to f**k however I please.”
Damn. She knew Cole was into kink, but rape?
“Cole.” She fought to keep her voice reasonable. “This is no way to go about getting a woman, hon. Really. You know, flowers, courtship, that’s the way to a woman’s heart.”
“Really?” He was openly laughing at her now. “I sent you flowers, darling—”
Her eyes widened.
“Oh yeah, with a card telling me what size butt plug to buy so you could f**k my ass,” she bit out as she jerked at the ropes binding her ankles. “Real romantic, Cole.”