“You give me no choice.”
My belt goes loose and Sin rushes forward to catch the lapels of my robe. He yanks it together and not so gently makes a bow with the tie. He hoists me over his shoulder and I wave at the men I can’t see behind his back as he carries me toward my house.
He highly underestimates me and what I’m capable of. I can’t believe he hasn’t figured this out yet.
I slide down his body as he puts my booted feet on the foyer floor. I hook my hands behind his neck.
He’s unsmiling. In fact, he looks downright pissed.
“Dammit, Bleu,” he growls. “You can’t defy me in front of my men. It makes me appear weak as a leader when I can’t even control my own lass.”
He needs to learn early on I don’t have a submissive bone in my body. “Have you considered that instead of seeing you as a weak leader, they’ll view me as a strong woman?”
“My guess would be that they think you’re a foolish woman. Trust me. They’re assuming I brought you inside for a harsh punishment rather than give you what you want.”
I go up on tiptoes and brush my lips across his. “Then you can’t possibly go back to the car and have your men think I didn’t receive a full atonement for my defiance toward their leader.”
“I suppose that would look bad.” He grabs my bottom and squeezes, pulling me close. “And you do need to be punished.”
“Yes. I’ve been a very bad girl. I think I deserve a penance fuck.”
He narrows his eyes. “What do you know about a penance fuck?”
I shrug and try to not wear a smug expression. “Nothing in particular, just sounded like a good suggestion.”
“Come.” He takes my hands from his shoulders, lacing his fingers through mine. He pulls me in the direction of my bedroom. “I have something in mind.”
I don’t mistake the sounds of sex when we pass Ellison’s bedroom. It’s a reminder to keep the noise to a minimum. I don’t want her to know Sin is here. I have no intention of them meeting any time soon.
Once we’re inside my bedroom, I shut the door and lock it.
He’s standing by my bed and I prowl in his direction. I stop once I’m in front of him. My palms on his cheeks, I stare into the chocolate-brown eyes I’ve missed so badly. “I didn’t get to tell you earlier how much I’ve missed you.”
He places his hands on top of mine and presses them harder against his skin. “Our separation was excruciating. So much so I wish to never be parted from you again.”
My heart melts. Sin can sometimes say very harsh things but I don’t think he has any idea how pretty his words can be when he’s softer.
I lace my fingers through the nape of Sin’s hair and pull him closer as I go up onto my tiptoes. Our lips meet and he moves his hands to my lower back, arching my body into his. He’s warm despite the fact that he’s been sitting outside in a car on a cold night.
When I taste his mouth, I know how he and his men have been keeping warm in the car. I lick my tongue over his lips. “Someone’s had Johnnie Walker.” I run my hands up his chest. “And now I think it’s time you had some Bleu MacAllister.”
He scoops me from the floor, wrapping my legs around his waist. I grab his shoulders for support. He holds me that way while we kiss and then lowers me to the bed. He moves over me, stopping when we’re face to face. “Did you really think you could blow into my life like a breeze and roll out like a stone?”
He’s right. That’s exactly what I tried to do. Mission unsuccessful.
“Never run from me again,” he whispers against my ear.
I part my legs and rock against the bulge I feel pressed against me.
“I know you have cuffs. Where do you keep them?”
“My, my. Someone is feeling frisky tonight?” I’m elated as I reach beneath the bed. This is something we’ve not done before.
“You mean these handcuffs?” I spin them around my finger.
“Those are the ones.”
He takes them from me and puts one around my right wrist. He slips the other one through the railing of my headboard and cuffs my free one so my hands are bound over my head. “I didn’t know you were into bondage.”
“I’m not,” he says without a bit of enthusiasm.
“But you want to be?”
“I said I would never harm you, but I didn’t say I wouldn’t punish you.”
Punish. Does he mean that in the hot, sexy way I’m hoping for or in a Fellowship, disciplinarian way? I’m guessing the latter, judging by the scowl on his face.
I tug on the cuffs but it’s no use. I’m securely bound to my iron headboard. “What are you going to do to me, Breck?”
“I’m going to teach you a lesson while reminding you of the task at hand, my sweet Bonny Bleu. Your bondage will be a deterrent to keep you focused on the decision you must make while you learn how it feels to be tied to a bed naked.” He pulls the ties of my robe and the silky fabric falls open. “You handcuffed me to my bed and left me there while you walked out of my life. I’m not over that yet.”
Is he kidding me? That was nothing compared to what he did to me. “Do I need to remind you that you had a fucking gun jabbed into my jaw only moments before I walked out? If anyone has the right to not be over what happened that night, it’s me!”
“I’d just found out the woman I was in love with wasn’t who she said she was. It’s possible I made some bad decisions based on that. Don’t forget that despite your motives, you betrayed me. I’ve been fucking bitter about that. And then you left me handcuffed to the bed after I put down my gun and allowed you to take it.”
“Give me a break. You weren’t handcuffed for that long. I sent Jamie for you as soon as I was on the plane.”
“He didn’t get your message. Bad cellular service, I suppose.”
Oh God. I remember it was storming that night. “Then who freed you?”
“Agnes.”
I burst into laughter. “Oh. My. Gawd.”
“It wasn’t funny, Bleu.”
I can see he’s getting pissed off all over again but I can’t stop laughing. “No, you’re right. It’s freakin’ hilarious.”
“I was cuffed to the bed for twelve hours.”
Oh, shit. Twelve hours is a really long time. I was almost back in the US by the time he was freed. I feel horrid about that. “I’m sorry, Breck. That wasn’t the way I meant for that to go. But it must’ve been quite the show for Agnes.”