Free Betrayed (Undercover #3) by Helena Newbury Page B

Handcuffs.
    He locked them on and something about the feel of it made my insides flip over and then melt, that familiar combination of fear and lust. My groin tightened and throbbed in a way it never had before. The fact we were together, now, with no secrets, took it to a new level—I felt connected to him as never before. I felt myself begin to pant. My shoulders sank to the bed and the position made it even better, my breasts helplessly pressed against the covers, my face turned to the side. I was helpless. He can do anything he wants to me.
    The bed creaked as he shifted position and then rolled on a condom. My ass was high in the air, utterly exposed. He ran his palms over my cheeks and I shuddered. Then his thumb moved inward, between them—
    Oh God! Is he thinking of— I panted, unsure whether to stop him or—
    He chuckled. “Another time.”
    And then I felt the satin-smooth hotness of him pressing into me, dividing my lips and pushing deep. Presented to him like that, I was utterly his for the taking and he sank into me all the way in one long thrust. He slowed at the end, coming to rest against me with his groin tight against my ass, the size of him making me gasp.
    He moved his hands to my hips and began to fuck me.
    I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I was still coming down from before and, in this bound position, I couldn’t do anything to control the pace or hold him back. Every silken stroke of him into me ratcheted the heat inside me higher and higher. Every hard thrust made my breasts rub against the covers until my nipples were achingly hard. I pulled and pulled at the cuffs, jerking my wrists as if I wanted to get free, but all I wanted was for it to continue. My climax was twisting and swelling inside me, ready to burst, leaving no room for conscious thought. I found myself pushing back and meeting each thrust, grinding and swirling my hips as I danced my ass against him. He drove himself into me faster and faster and the sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room. I could feel everything slipping away, teetering on the brink like a rollercoaster at the top of a hill.
    Suddenly, his hands were scooping under my breasts, squeezing them, his thumbs rubbing my nipples. “Let it go,” he hissed in my ear. “Let it all go.”
    And then he pinched my nipples between his powerful fingers and the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure sent me soaring past the point of no return. My eyes screwed shut, my head went back and I cried out his name, only to have it muffled as his lips found mine. I shuddered and quaked and panted out my orgasm as he filled me again and again, and then he, too, was grunting and gasping as he exploded inside me.
    I felt his fingers undoing the cuffs and then, as soon as my hands were free, he rolled us gently onto our sides, my back against his chest. His arms wrapped around me protectively...and warningly.
    “Arianna,” he said. “You are mine, now. No one else’s.”
    And I knew he wasn’t talking about other men. He meant other loyalties.
    I didn’t even have to think about it. I’d made up my mind hours ago, lying in the snow. “I’m yours,” I told him. “Always.”
    He leaned down and kissed me. “Then let’s stop these sons-of-bitches.”
    At that moment, there was a knock at the bedroom door. Luka went to open it, unashamedly naked. When he opened the door, I couldn’t see past his wide shoulders to see who was there.
    “A message from your father,” said Yuri. “‘Which do you need: a sheet to wrap the body, or a wedding ring?’”
    I gasped.
    Yuri heard and took it completely in his stride. “I owe your father a bottle of whiskey,” he deadpanned. “He is downstairs when you’re ready.”
     
    ***
     
    Given that my dress was in shreds, we had to borrow clothes from one of the maids. I struggled into a slightly tight sweater and jeans. “You can’t just keep ripping clothes off me,” I muttered.
    “Yes I can,” he said immediately,