Free A Prince's Ransom: Kidnapped by the Billionaire by Ella Slade Page A

to lean up to catch his lips again.
    “Hmm…” Eric mused, glancing up at the water rushing over the two of them. Without letting her escape, he let go of her hands and reached for the showerhead, pulling it loose so its coiled hose snaked down. She blinked at him, confused, crying out in surprise when he caught her hands again and wrapped the coil around her wrists. It was pliable enough that her wrists were tied up above her head and the water was soaking her again. Katherine stared at him in disbelief.
    “Okay, I’ll give you this. This is a first for me,” she breathed, startled at being trapped. She had a feeling she could get loose if she tried, but there was something heart-pounding and exhilarating about being trapped as he looked down on her.
    Eric was obviously satisfied, one of his hands brushing against her jaw while the other found her breast again, cupping it and squeezing it. “We wouldn’t want you getting cold now would we, ma chérie?” he growled softly to her, and she bit her lip as he started to graze the edge of his nail around the sensitive pink tip he’d left so vulnerable. “Let’s try this again. Open your mouth, Katherine.”
    Deprived of a way to get him back for the command, she just stared at him for a moment, and then parted her lips, swallowing. He smirked, and pressed two of his fingers into her mouth, rubbing the tips against her tongue before pressing in a little deeper. A blush worked its way to her cheeks, and she mumbled at him incoherently.
    “It’s not polite to talk with your mouth full.” She scowled at him, and was immediately chastised by his thrusting fingers, making heat swirl down to settle in her loins. Holy crap, he was way better at this than he should be. Definitely way better than any of the guys she’d ever been with before.
    “That’s a good girl. Let’s see what we’ve to work with, hmm? You receive high marks for your body and I do enjoy these breasts.” He pinched her nipple, and she let out a soft squeal at the sensation, the tip hardening against his touch. “Not too large and yet the perfect size for my hands, I’d wager. What else…” He let go of her breast and drifted his hand along her stomach and her hips. “I did find more to be enjoyed in that tight ass of yours, by the way. You do make it look good in those short skirts and high heels you’re always wearing. Not appropriate for a princess, mind you, but something we can work with. But for the pièce de résistance…”
    There was a husky tone in his voice now. His hand lingered at the crop of soft brown curls he’d discovered before. Katherine’s eyes opened, looking down over herself as his fingers slowly made their way lower, not quite touching her lower lips but pressing at the gap between them and the crease of her thigh. One fingertip made the entire length that way, and then wrapped around the other side, moving back up until he was poised again at the tip. She was shaking all over, moaning into his fingers and squirming, able to feel her heat, her need swelling inside of her.
    Eric had to know what he was doing to her—that was the point. He had already touched her there, after all. Desperately, she looked up at him where he was smirking triumphantly down at her, an eyebrow raised faintly.
    “Ah, ma chérie, you are so eager for this, aren’t you?” He leaned down, nuzzling into the side of her neck and feathering kisses against her damp skin. “Just so easily, so utterly aroused. How many other boys touch you this way, hmm? Touch you for you, instead of merely sating themselves on your lovely body because you make it so… easy…” At last his finger moved between her nether lips and she squealed, a gush of wetness escaping her even though he’d barely touched her.
    He snickered quietly, ignoring her clit to instead trace out the contours of her plump lips, gently easing apart her thighs until she was more or less standing on tiptoe, her arms still caught above