TO TEMPT THE BAD BOYS

7: Wanted To Lick It Off You

MEERA

I woke up with a sore and aching body and with my mind so blanked out I momentarily forgot who I was and where I was.

My memories came back at once, and the rage that built in me was so venomous I nearly combusted from the sheer force of it. I pulled the duvet off my body to see that I was still very much naked and my clothes were nowhere to be found. I walked to his closet, threw on an oversized shirt that I couldn't button properly before matching out of the room.

I found him leaning against the kitchen cabinet, his phone pressed against his ear, and talking quietly. His sight irritated me further, so I walked up to him and slapped him.

Except that I didn't get to slap him. He caught my hand mid-air, and his expression flickered into an amused one before he set his phone down.

“No one has ever raised their hand on me and survived,” he spelled like one would announce a fact. It only annoyed me further, “not like I'd ever hurt you that way, of course. But I could get you overly stimulated for hours till you're about to lose your damn mind.”

I slapped him with my second hand. It caught him off guard, but his surprise lasted a moment before he chuckled and dropped my hand.

“I guess you want a repeat of what happened back in there. Sure, it'll happen again, but not now. I need you to eat first.”

“You're insane. You're insane if you think I'm going to stay a minute longer with you in this house.”

“Hmm,” he answered even more casually, “I know you're going to spend the whole day with me.”

“You're insane,” I confirmed it. If I wasn't sure before, I was certain now.

“Now give me my clothes and tell your driver to take me home.”

“That's it. My driver isn't here, and this is a two-hour drive from town. It's a remote area too, so there are no public transports.”

My anger spiked to its highest level. I found myself looking out of the window, only to see bare lands with no sign of life. I was so pissed off that I had to place my hand over my chest to calm myself down.

“You kidnapped me.” I started slowly, “You kidnapped me. Took off my clothes while I was unconscious and tied me to a chair. What kind of deranged person does that?”

“A deranged person that will do anything to please you and make you c*m multiple times in a day.” His eyes swept over my body as he talked, and my traitorous body actually came alive under his sinful gaze.

“You begged, little dove. You begged and squirted and you might say anything but you won't deny that was one of the most exhilarating things you've ever experienced.”

I moved closer to him, “I was tied up like a common whore.”

“You're my whore.”

“I'm nothing to you. After today, I'm never going to see you again.”

“Too late, Meera,” He reached out to tuck an errant strand of hair behind my ear. I tried not to squirm when his finger brushed against my earlobe. “If you didn't want this for as long as I wanted, you should have never followed me home.”

I sighed inwardly. There was no point arguing with me.

“I'm going to go in there to look for my clothes, and you'd better have your driver here by the time I come out. If not, I'm going to visit the police station again, and this time I'm going to spill every single thing I know.”

My threat was lame and stupid, but I needed to put on that false bravado. I needed to get out of here as soon as possible, to put this nightmare behind me.

I left without waiting for his reply, and after minutes of rummaging through his closet and everywhere else, I returned to the living area without my clothes.

“Where are my clothes?” I yelled before I even stepped into the living area, but he wasn't in the kitchen anymore. I whirled around to look for him, and at the same time, a hand grabbed mine and pulled me to the couch. A bowl of yogurt, fruits, and nuts was on the stand in front of the couch.

“You should eat.” His tone left no room for argument, which only irked me further.

“I'm leaving.” I struggled to free my hand, but his hold was too tight. “I don't care if I have to walk the entire distance with this shirt alone.”

“That would mean you intend to be responsible for a lot of men's sudden blindness.”

I did not even try to understand his words. I only tried to free myself more, “let me go.”

“Eat your food, Meera, and I won't repeat myself.”

I said nothing. I sat still though and stared pointedly at him. I wanted him to do his worst. That twisted part of me bubbled to the surface since I met him, and I wanted to know what he'd do this time.

He matched my gaze for a while before he chuckled and reached behind him to fetch a silk rope. The meaning was lost to me until he wrapped it around my wrists and securely bound them together with the ease of someone who was used to tying people up. That was when it clicked on me to get away, but it was too late. He kept my thighs locked with his leg thrown over them, and he even held my tied hands.

Once again, I was completely at his mercy—a forbidden and erotic thrill shot through me.

“I'm going to feed you,” he announced before dragging the stool closer and scooping a spoonful. He raised the spoon to my mouth, and I opened up to take it.

That continued until the air suddenly became charged, and I was suddenly aware of how close we were. I was suddenly aware of the intimacy of him feeding me with his eyes, following the movement of my mouth, and lingering more on my lips.

It was unnerving.

I found myself holding my breath, swallowing carefully so I wouldn't make a sound. I felt like a child under his gaze, which grew even more intense by the second.

He scraped the bowl, and I took the last spoon. I found myself licking the spoon a bit more dramatically, and his eyes lingered more on my tongue.

“Good girl,” he praised, and that washed over me and settled in the wrongest part of me.

God! What the hell is wrong with me?

“I'm going to leave now.” I made to stand, but he held me in place and casually pushed the stool away.

“No. You have no idea what you've been doing to me since I walked into that kitchen with my shirt that has done nothing to conceal your boobs.”

He announced as if he were announcing something as casual as the weather before he started unbuttoning his shirt on me.

“You have no idea how hard it was to feed you with my hand brushing over your boobs. I wanted to tear the shirt off you a million times during the last minutes, pour that yogurt on you, and lick it off you.”

His words made my back arch, made my mouth water, and made me wet. I had no fight in me anymore. I wanted him to do that and more to me. He finished unbuttoning the shirt, and I was naked before me with my n*****s hardened and pink.

“So you're not leaving until I suck your titties and finger you until you cum.”