His footsteps approached, and her breaths picked up. His masculine scent attacked her senses as he stopped behind her, crowding into her space in the possessive, overbearing way she loved.
“I’m going to hurt you,” he breathed in the space beside her ear.
She shivered.
“Then I’m going to replace the hurt with something else.” His chest slid against her back, his hand closing over the chain around her neck.
“With your cock?”
“Yes.” A smile teased through his rumbling voice. “With my cock.”
“I accept.”
“I’m not asking.” His hand lowered to her pussy, cupping and squeezing. “This is mine.”
“Oh, you arrogant ass. You want me willing—”
He slammed a palm against her backside, shooting fire across her skin. Her breath left her so quickly and thoroughly she was still struggling to catch it when he disappeared in the closet and returned again.
With leather cuffs and a string of chain, he locked her wrists to the eye bolt in the post above her head. Stepping back, he simply stared at her. Patient. Watchful. He just…stared. After a long, unnerving moment, he grabbed the cane from the floor.
Then he hurt her. Holy fuck, he hurt every inch of her ass and thighs.
She screamed and writhed and cursed him to hell, tucking her hips against the post and trying to keep her lower muscles loose beneath his strikes. She begged him to stop, but those tattooed forearms persisted, welting her skin with hard, erratic blows. Beneath the searing pain, however, something else bloomed, something stronger, deeper.
Trust.
She believed he wouldn’t take her too far, wouldn’t give her more than she could handle. It was trust that had connected them as children, and it linked them now, more intimately than she’d ever bonded with another person. Her entire body followed his movements, shivering with the rapid gusts of his breaths and giving beneath the drive of his strikes.
It was trust that aroused her pleasure, igniting heat between her legs and damping her inner thighs. He was hurting her to remind her that she trusted him with her whole heart.
He dropped the cane and pressed his chest against her back, soothing her with shushing noises. She melted against him, rolling her head back on his broad shoulder and savoring the heat of his body.
His lips glided along her jaw with caressing licks, his fingers sliding between her legs, stroking and working her into a panting, hungry animal. She ground her sore ass against the opening of his jeans, sending bites of pleasure and pain through her body.
He ran his palms over the backs of her thighs, rubbing the hurt there, tracing the creases between her legs and butt. He groaned as he dragged an invasive stroke up the crack of her ass. Then he released her shackles.
Carrying her to the bed, he chained her hands to the headboard and removed his jeans.
He didn’t make her wait when he settled between her thighs and notched his cock against her pussy. The instant he claimed her mouth with his, he thrust.
Pleasure lifted her off the bed as he hit deep with long, stroking stabs, shoving a moan from her throat. With his elbows braced on either side of her head and his biceps the size of her thighs, he moved his cock inside her, never looking away.
“Love you,” he mouthed.
“Love you.” She pulled her arms against the chains, aching to touch him.
Eyes burning bright with the ferocity of his love, he reached a hand over her head and laced his fingers with hers.
He’d finally captured her, enchained her, and she never wanted to escape.
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EXCERPT
Four years ago…
Tate Vades reclined in a shadowed booth, glaring at a high-top table of women across the grimy tavern. They’d been stealing glances at him all night, winking and licking their lips and abrading his nerves.
There had been a time when he would’ve invited them over with a crook of a finger. But his hands didn’t twitch. Neither did his cock.
He hardened for only one woman. A fierce woman with eyes of molten brown and fire in her soul.
What a cruel thing love was, silent and desolate in its torture. How ironic that loving someone was the thing that hurt the most.
He knew how to suppress the physical, psychological, and emotional repercussions of violence. How to tune out the echoes of his weakened screams. The unholy pain of his bludgeoned flesh. The sharp, bitter scent of blood.
He was a survivor of captivity and sexual torture, and despite it all, he still considered himself a proud, dominant man. But when it came to love, he was a victim, powerless and unbearably alone in its apathetic clutches.
Two years ago, Camila Dias rescued him from his ruthless captors. She’d appeared out of nowhere, stunningly beautiful with guns blazing as she murdered the man who had paid Van Quiso a million dollars for Tate’s body. A man who meant to own Tate and use him in depraved ways.
But Camila saved him from that fate. She freed him. Then she stole his heart.
“Can I get you another
