Page 147 of The Harbinger
His hand never left my hair, his devious gaze narrowing down at me. “Want some more?”
I shook my head and coughed.
Sacha gripped my cheeks, his fingertips digging in as his other hand tugged at my scalp, turning my face toward his computer. “But I thought vices were your thing, Mia?”
My heart stopped in my chest, the floor collapsing beneath me.
Frozen on his screen was a still video ofme, my hands in the air as I danced in my bathroom, the glaring evidence of cocaine on the counter. My mouth dried up like a centuries-old well as I gripped his wrist and pulled his tight grasp in my hair. A cold sweat peeled away my skin, and my chest pained as his hold tightened.
“Oh, Mia. Don’t be so dull,” he ground out through his teeth as he tugged me by the hair and chin until I landed in his lap. “You were having so much fun upstairs. Don’t get shy, now.”
“I just needed to relax.” My chin quivered as I settled on his lap. He put the cocaine there? It was a test, and I failed…miserably.“It was a mistake.”
“Yes, it was.” He released my hair and grabbed my shirt at the collar, his trimmed nails scratching against my skin. He yanked, his hands tearing the cotton in opposite directions, exposing my bare breasts, the shirt splitting in two.
Vodka coated my tongue and burned like menthol with each inhalation. He grabbed my breasts with a punishing hold, pulling me closer to him, then raked his teeth over my nipples. I gasped, an ache coming to life deep in my belly.
A quick slap hit the side of my breast, then he shoved me off his lap, my butt hitting the floor with a solidthunk. I wheezed, a tight hiss breaking through my trembling lips.
Sacha bent over me, his hands clasped in front of him, his elbows on his knees. “Does my cum-slut want to play a game?” His low grumble pulled my inner demons from their depths.
“I don’t…” I shook my head, erasing the denial on my tongue. “What kind of game?”
“Does it matter?” He reached out and trailed the back of his knuckles down the front of my chest. “You’ll play if I want you to.” My nipple slipped between his knuckles, and he pinched, drawing a gasp from my lips. A zing shot down to my belly, warming my flesh.
He pulled and rotated.
“Okay,” I breathed, grabbing his wrist, “Okay.” My teeth sank into my lower lip as I moaned.
“Remove your pants.”
My hold fell, yet he remained, as I shucked them off and kicked them behind me.
“We’ve played this game before, but there’s a twist.” He released my nipple. I exhaled hard and covered my breast, willing the blood to flow back into place.
“What twist?”
A grin slid across his face that had me stepping away from him, my stomach quivering.
Sacha strode over to the window cloaked by heavy drapes and untied the long, thick yellow ropes embellished with tassels with practiced ease. The ropes slumped into his hand with a heavy swing. He reached for another from the opposite curtain and then closed in on me.
“On your knees.”
The last time Sacha had used his belt, he’d hooked me to the bathroom door and deprived me of a much-needed orgasm. He’d been pissed at me then for some reason, and he was pissed now.
My knees hit the floor before him, my pulse deafening, my skin slick.
“What now?”
His knuckle raised my chin, pulling my gaze away from the erection growing tight against his silky pants riding low on his hips, then pressed his finger to his lips.“Shh.”
With a gentle brush of his knuckles against my jaw, Sacha circled around to my backside, his hand sliding beneath the locks of my hair cascading down my neck. A thrill coursed through my body, sparking a shivery rush of gooseflesh down one leg and straight to my toes. His hand entwined in my hair as he twirled it around and piled it atop my head.
“Hold it.”
Butterflies erupted in my belly as I slid my hand over his and squeezed before he pulled away.
“Keep it there.”