Wicked Ways (Dark Hearts Book 1) by Cari Silverwood

grazed my shoulders, clicking, clinking lightly then the cool metal travelled over my back and along my spine. As my awareness heightened, my skin seemed to rise above itself.
    “We gather power and wealth as well as women. It seems to come with the ability to control. The temptation of power... Does it corrupt? Yes. For some more than others. I’ve seen it happen.”
    Mister Black didn’t seem to care if I spoke. Already I knew so much more. If only I could use that information.
    “Why are you telling me all this?” I lifted my head a little.
    “To reassure you. I see no reason to keep you ignorant.”
    He could tell I was worried? How far could he look inside my mind?
    One finger touched me at the angle of neck and shoulder. I gasped. My mouth stayed open and my eyelids fluttered.
    Sensation kindled from the mere brush of his skin on mine.
    “Head down more. Keep your hands where they are.”
    He’d segued into the instruction so fast I was flustered. My desire and his will laced through me in skeins of elegant fire. I did as he asked, kept wrist to wrist, and also pressed my thighs together, hard enough to squeeze my clit.
    It centered me.
    Here.
    Now.
    I needed him...
    And didn’t want to.
    Mister Black squatted beside me. His scent fell through me like jungle rain. He put his hand on my shoulder, one finger sliding beneath my bra strap.
    “Tell me, did you like what Reuben did to you? Have you ever had dreams about being fucked by men like what he did?”
    “Why do you ask that?”
    “Because I’ve found all susceptible women have such erotic fantasies.”
    Oh, he was a monster after all. I shook my head. Not that. Being screwed by three men with my face tied to metal bars? That would be insane, liking that for real, but my clit, which was already in a happy state of early arousal, swelled more.
    “I... Not... Not...”
    “Truth!”
    The no I wanted to say was so concrete it lodged in my throat, solid.
    His hand screwed into my hair and he hauled my head back at an angle until my neck muscles protested. My scalp on fire with pain, I squeaked.
    He smiled down into my eyes. “Tell me.”
    “Fuck.” The truth was... It was... “Yes,” I croaked. “I loved it and I have had fantasies like that.”
    “Thank you.”
    Except I hadn’t admitted that to myself until he made me say it.
    “Erotic fantasies aren’t meant to be real ,” I blurted.
    That smile of his made my consciousness swim away.
    Then he released my hair, letting me collapse and swing my head down onto my thighs. My hair made a cave as it fell about me, a red cave where I could hide from the monster. He gripped my wrists and roughly laced them together with the belt.
    “Please,” I whispered, half to myself. “Don’t take it all. I need some of me...”

Chapter 14
    Mister Black
     
    Her small plea drifted.
    Leave some of me.
    I had no doubt she barely knew she’d said those words aloud, though I could tell she tried to keep herself from succumbing to me, her own make-up defied her.
    I didn’t need to tie her but I loved the look of a woman bound, my belt about her hands. With her head down, her body curved into the exquisite shape of a woman presenting herself for sex or for inspection. Miss Zorina Brown was near irresistible.
    “Stay there.” I went to sit on the curved four-seater sofa opposite to where I had been – a much better view.
    Her rear end was in the air, enticing me, exposed. With the down-lighting, I could see her moisture gleaming between her pussy lips. I rubbed my chin, considering what to do. Her ass swayed, slightly, from side to side. If I sat forward, I could reach her. My erection was begging me to do just that, pressing enthusiastically against my boxers.
    Unbutton, unzip, and I could be inside her in seconds.
    I shouldn’t. She belonged to another mesmer. If I took her, mightn’t he know? It was such a strong connection, fucking a woman, that I wasn’t sure. I lay back and sucked in air through my