He scoffed. “Fuck no. I’m twenty-seven years old and was sticking it to a kid still in high school.” He tipped the bottle back and rested his head against the back of the couch. “The worst part is… I still want her.”
I nodded. If anyone could understand the torment Lucas was going through wanting someone he shouldn’t have, it was me. At least Anna was closer to the legal age limit.
I topped off my beer and tossed it into the trash. “I wouldn’t be your friend if I wasn’t completely honest with you about your predicament.”
“And what’s that?”
“It doesn’t get easier.”
“Thanks, man,” he replied dryly.
I left him alone because it seemed like he needed it and headed upstairs. When I opened the door to my old bedroom, I found her exactly where Lucas said she’d be. She was lying in a ball on top of the covers with her knees to her chest. I recognized the shirt she wore as one of mine, and I admitted that I liked it. I quickly stripped down to nothing without taking my eyes off her, pulling her into my arms. Once I had her where she belonged, fatigue hit me like a ten-ton truck, and I fell under.
I slowly drifted back to consciousness when I felt a tight pinch around my wrist.
What the hell?
My arms were pulled over my head. I tried to lower them, but they wouldn’t budge. Awareness slammed into me hard enough to fully wake me.
“You won’t get free. Before my mom died, I was a dedicated camp scout and can tie a hell of a knot.” Mian was lying on her side with her head resting in her hand and a smug smile on her face.
“Untie me.”
“No.” Her smile grew brighter.
“Damn it, Mian. What the hell are you playing at?”
“Why did you kidnap Anna and bring her here?”
I pulled at my bonds again, and when I couldn’t break free, I answered her. “She was leverage.”
“She’s my friend .”
“Exactly why she made the perfect leverage.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? Even after everything—” She seemed to lose her composure, but I was still surprised when she shoved her hand under one of the pillows. I tugged at my bonds a little more desperately when I realized what she held. “I found this, and I have to admit I was shocked. A revolver doesn’t really seem like your choice of weapon.” Her eyes twinkled as she smiled down at me.
“What the fuck?”
“I know. I thought to keep it for a rainy day.” She studied the gun and said, “But it looks like it already rained.”
“Untie me,” I ordered when my tugging didn’t set me free. “I didn’t give you permission to play.”
“I don’t need your permission.” She spun the cylinder with a grin, and I swear I felt my balls tighten. “And I’m not done yet.” I was searching for a way to bring her to heel with my hands tied when the cold steel was suddenly pressed under my chin. “What’s my name?”
Did she just…? My anger was so palpable I couldn’t finish my train of thought. I schooled my face into one that I knew made even grown men three times her size cower, and I growled, “Mian.” It wasn’t an answer. It was a warning.
“Good.” She ignored the warning and leaned down until our faces nearly brushed. “Now say it like you mean it.”
“I’m not playing this game. You’ll lose. You always do.”
She seemed to be processing this but then gave a careless shrug. “Hmm… maybe. But not before I win.” She tore her gaze from mine and gently, despite the malice she displayed, worked my dick from my shorts. My dick was far from hard, but it didn’t deter her. She further amazed me by shooting a wad of her saliva on my dick. It twitched to life, and her knowing eyes flashed to mine. I looked away, but when her soft hand began to work me, I was drawn again by the sight of her dainty hand working my cock. The part of me that was hornier than pissed wanted to work my hips in her tiny fucking hand until I came. I’d gladly hand over my claim as a man just for a few more moments of her touching me.
“You really are magnificent,” she whispered distractedly. Her gaze was unfocused, and I wondered if she knew what she had confessed. She didn’t leave me guessing long. Her gaze was once again focused and trained on me when she said, “And tonight, I’m going to fuck magnificent.” She straddled me without warning.
“Fuck, Mian!”
She shifted her hips and I found—or rather my dick found—that she was now bare beneath my shirt. “Goddamn,” I muttered. She was drenched, and I hadn’t even touched her. Did she get off on power? Or just power over me?
“You know there will be consequences,” I warned when she lifted and positioned herself over my now rock hard cock. I wanted to deny her at the same time I wanted to shove myself so far inside her, I’d breach her fucking throat. Then she’d be at my mercy once again.
She didn’t respond. She slid down my length and didn’t stop until she was fully seated. Her moan mingled with my groan, and I wrestled with the need to pound. My head was tilted back as I sucked in air so I didn’t see her lean closer until I felt her breath on my skin when she moaned, “Worth it.”