My breath was erratic, chest rising too fast. “What?”
“That you were going to beg me.” His voice was low, dangerous in that way that made my stomach clench.
“I’m not—”
The flick of his tongue erased every syllable from my head. I arched, pulling hard against the belt, but he pressed me flat to the bed with one palm on my stomach. The weight of it was possessive, commanding.
Every slow stroke of his tongue felt like it was pulling something taut inside me, winding me tighter and tighter.
“I said…” he murmured against me, still gripping my thigh over his shoulder, “…stay still.”
I whimpered, my hips disobeying as I tried to press against him harder. His mouth closed over me again, and my vision went white for a second.
The belt cut into my wrists as I fought to get free. “Roman, pleas
