Destined for Harmony (5 page)

Submit to my mastery and you’ll receive pleasure.
The words hung in her head and she shuddered. What exactly did he mean? Was she ready to find out? “I’m not scared of you.”

A predatory look then he flipped her underneath him. His weight pinned
her to the bed.

“I know,” he said, staring down at her.
“That’s why I like you. You have no sense, but I like you anyway.”

She stopped
breathing, caught in his deep blue eyes. For all his barbaric faults, he was a loyal, honest, hard-working man. And he just might be hers. The thought should have flooded her with fear. But studying the proud man looking down at her, a warm tingly sensation built inside her. Was it more than lust? Was it love? She’d never been in love. Hearts and flowers weren’t a priority in her line of work.

H
esitantly, she touched his face. He held still and let her explore him. She liked his unshaven cheeks though the scratchiness scraped a bit when he kissed her. It made him look rugged and manly. She ran her fingertips over his lips.

“
Your lips are so soft and girly,” she teased. “What kind of lip gloss do you use? I just have to get some.”

He nipped the
finger near his mouth and she jerked her hand back. “Ow!”

“Time for your pun
ishment.”

He left the
bed and retrieved something from a drawer. When he returned to the side of the bed, he ordered, “Give me your hands.”

“W
hat?”

H
e leaned over and brushed a kiss across her forehead. “Trust me, sweetheart. I won’t hurt you. And I think you’ll like this.” He rose back to his full height, and commanded again, “Now, give me your hands.”

S
he obeyed, hoping her trust wouldn’t prove to be unfounded. He took her hands and wrapped a silky rope around each wrist. Her heart beat frantically as the soft fabric glided over her sensitive skin. He was going to tie her up – make her helpless and vulnerable to his every desire. She shivered with excitement.

When her wrists were tied securely togethe
r, he pulled her arms tight above her head and fastened them to the headboard. She experimented with the strength of the bonds, tugging a little at first, half-expecting to be able to slip away. When she couldn’t budge more than an inch, she pulled harder, using all her strength.

Shit. She was good and stuck.

He looked her over, a grin spreading across his handsome face. It felt like a thousand butterflies danced in her belly.

She squirmed and the borrowed
t-shirt rubbed against her aching nipples. T-shirt. She was still wearing his shirt. A bubble of nervous laughter erupted in her throat. “You forgot to take off the t-shirt before you tied me up. Not so great at this, are you?”

Never taking his gaze off her,
his grin widened then he ripped through the t-shirt, top to bottom, leaving her fully exposed. “You were saying?”

Normally
, his arrogance was more than annoying. In bed, it was deliciously sexy. A dominant male who would take her pleasure into his hands – it went against every feminist concept she believed in, but some reason, it was hot as hell.

“Do I
scare you now, little girl?” He crawled up her body like the predatory wolf he was, kissing and nibbling as he went.

He more than scared her. She was terrified.
And excited. And nervous. And –
Her breath hitched wh
en he stroked between her legs.

Eyes sparkling with lust, he said, “You’re wet. You
do
like this.” He
tsked
as he stroked her lightly. “Naughty girl. I don’t know if I’ll last through your punishment. You’re beautiful, bound and helpless. At my mercy in every way.”

His teeth scraped against her breast as he con
tinued to tease her clit.

“
Ohhhh…god,” she moaned.

He chuckled then removed his hand from that sweet spot. She whimpered
and started to protest but he cut her off with a warning look. “I’m in control, darling. All you have to do is let go and enjoy it.”

He placed both hands at her shoulders then glided firmly down over her breasts, pinching each nipple before continuing down either side of her hips, under her ass then down her legs. Chills raced down her spine
and goose bumps covered her skin. Her muscles relaxed into the bed.

“I love every delectable inch of your body,” he said, bringing his hands back to her b
reasts and kneading them before tasting each one. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, sending sparks straight down to her swollen clit. If her hands had been free, she would’ve dug her fingernails into his back and pulled him inside her. But all she could do was clench her fists and squirm.

She was burning up, the
ache almost painful. “Sorin. Please.”

His
cocky smile made her want to kick him. “Yes, my little troublemaker?”

“Do what you were doing before.”

His brows shot up. “What? Down here?” His fingers returned to the spot between her folds and pressed down on her clit.

She
arched off the bed with a shout.

And just like that, his han
d was gone. “I think not. You don’t make the rules. I do.”

Frustration got the better of her and she kicked at h
im. He caught her foot. “Now, that’s not very nice. And not good behavior for someone who wants something I have.”

She groaned and tried to rub against him
, but he backed away. “Then let me loose and I’ll give it to myself. Or find someone –”

A low growl ripped through the room as h
e glared down at her, all playfulness wiped away. “Never. I’m the only one satisfying you from now on, Harmony. Do you understand me? I’m a possessive man and you belong only to me.” He bit her neck, the same spot he’d marked earlier. The short burst of pain sent a shock of pleasure through her body. His tongue soothed the bruise and she moaned.

“You’
re mine,” he rasped. “And by the end of the night, you’ll know it.”

By the end of the night?
As if he weren’t making it perfectly clear right now!

He went to work, teasing and tormenting her.
Nibbling her breasts, kissing the breath out of her, rubbing his thickness between her legs. Until, finally, he made his way down the bed, gripped her thighs, and held them open.

The first sweep of his tongue sent her hip
s flying off the bed. Slowly, but firmly, he pushed her back down. Then he continued the gradual torment of her clit, alternating between a soft tickle and firm strokes. She panted and gasped, squirmed and screamed.

“If this is punishment,
I should disobey you more often.”

He laughed.
“I wouldn’t be too sure about that.” His hand disappeared.

“No!”

With a wicked grin, he rose from the bed.

She was on fire, aching and throbbing.
“What are you doing?”

“Checking my email,” he said with a shrug.

“What? Right now?”

“Yes, right now.”
He strolled to his desk and opened the laptop.

He had to be joking.
“Very funny. Ha ha. I get your point. Now come and finish me!”

With a smirk, he looked at her.
“Punishment, remember?”

Anger and frustration heated her blood
. “Sorin! Don’t you dare!”

He
winked then turned to the computer screen.

“Get back here! I’ll
kill you!”

His soft chuckle and the clicking of the keyboard were the on
ly sounds in the room.

She whimp
ered and cursed, feeling so hot she could burst into flames. This was just plain mean. How could she think he was her mate?

“Hmm.
Facebook is busy tonight,” he said after a few moments. “Let’s do a status update.” Typing as he went, he said, “Naked girl tied to my bed…”

“
Sorin!”

His evil laugh made her grit her to teeth.

It felt like hours before he came back to the bed. Kneeling on the edge, he looked her over. His gaze felt like white hot fingertips gliding over her body. She squeezed her legs together to soothe the ache.

He arched a brow and his lips twitched
with a repressed smile. “Have you thought about your transgressions?”

“Oh, shut up and do me!”

His superior smile chafed at her nerves like the bindings on her skin. He sat down next to her on the bed. “You’re still not getting it, are you?” When he ran his fingertips down the side of her breast she arched into him like a cat. “I’m in control of your pleasure. I can give it,” he tweaked one nipple and she gasped, “or I can take it away.” His hand disappeared.

“No! Please.”

“Please, what?”

She forced her gaze to the ceiling, away from that beautiful, tempting body. She would not beg.

“Harmony.”
His masculine voice sent shivers down her spine. “Look at me.”

Whimpering,
she shifted her gaze to his face. His eyes, dark and intense, seemed to rip through her soul.

“Damn
you’re beautiful,” he breathed.

Maybe she
would
beg.

He tickled her thigh with a fingertip.
“Do you want to come?”

She nodded.

“Good answer.” He leaned down and kissed her deeply. Then, with torturously slow movements, he untied her hands.

A
s soon as she was free, she punched him hard in the gut.

He grunted
and grabbed her wrists. “You’re asking for another set of love pats, sweetheart.”

She froze.

“That’s better. Now turn over.”

Trembling, she did as she was told.
The sound of a condom being opened behind her was comforting. At least someone was thinking tonight.

His
body rose up over hers. Strong fingers gripped her hips and raised them while his other hand pushed down on her shoulders. His calloused palm stroked her ass and she thought he might have changed his mind about those love pats, but a second later he slid into her wetness.

“Yes!” she cried. He filled her completely, hitting just the rig
ht spot to make her moan into the mattress.

He thrust hard and
their skin slapped together. Her groans echoed in the cabin. Faster he moved, pushing her pleasure higher, gripping her hips with bruising force. Like his kiss, she found it was all she could do to take what he gave her.

Her cries grew louder,
and his thrusts faster. Just before she was ready to let go, he flipped her over and slid back into place with her beneath him.

“You’re mine,” he rasped as he
rode her. “Say it.”

“Yes.” Her breasts bounced
with each thrust. “I’m yours.”

He leaned
down and latched onto one of her nipples, sucking so hard she screamed.

“Come, b
aby,” he commanded. “Come for me.”

Three more hard thrusts and she did. Plea
sure seized her, rolling through her body like a wave. Her muscles wobbled and her legs collapsed while Sorin let out a loud groan and finished inside her. His rapid breaths were her ear as he let his weight fall on top of her, crushing her into the mattress. He covered her face and neck with kisses.

At
her ear, he whispered, “Told ya’ you wanted an animal.”

His weight lifted from
her body, leaving her empty and cold. But she couldn’t move even to pull the blanket on. She was a limp noodle. A happy, sleepy, well-satisfied, limp noodle.

The bed dipped and
Sorin rolled her into his arms. Her head rested on his chest. She sighed contentedly before remembering the torture he’d put her through.

She pinched him.
“Don’t ever do that again!” In a state of post-orgasmic bliss, her words lacked heat.

He
laughed then grabbed the hand that had assaulted him and kissed it.

“I can’t believe you left me like that.”

“Then don’t mess with me, brat. Besides, wasn’t that the best orgasm you’ve ever had?”

“Yes.
” Submission had been nerve-wracking at first, but Sorin had done something no one else ever had. He’d inspired her willingness to let go of control. Grinning against his chest, she added, “But you know that only means you’ll have to top it next time.”

His chuckle rumbled
under her cheek. “Mmm…you may be a willful pain in the ass,” he said tenderly, patting her naked rear, “but you’ll do.”

I’ll do?
Clearly her mate wasn’t the romantic type. But she couldn’t deny he made up for it in sexual prowess. Feeling satisfied and positively glowing, she drifted off into a peaceful sleep.