[BL] Bound to My Enemy: The Billionaire Who Took My Girl-Chapter 72: Teasing r18
NOAH
Before I could even say something back,
Cassian’s grip on my arm was ironclad, not bruising but unyielding, steering me through the dim living room toward the bedroom door while his other hand carried the large box.
My head throbbed, a mix of the alcohol fading and whatever the hell had been slipped into my drink lingering like a fever in my veins.
I wanted to shove him away, to scream at him for showing up like some dark knight when he’d ignored me for days, but my body betrayed me, leaning into his solid heat just to stay upright.
He kicked the bedroom door open with his foot, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the quiet space.
The king-sized bed loomed ahead, sheets crisp and white under the low glow of the bedside lamps.
Cassian didn’t say a word at first, just maneuvered me to the edge of the mattress and pushed me down onto it. I landed on my back with a huff, the silk comforter cool against my overheated skin. He dropped the box on the nightstand.
"What the fuck, Cassian?" I slurred, trying to sit up, but he was already on me, his large hands pinning my shoulders down as he straddled my hips, his weight a heavy, inescapable presence.
"You’re really good at riling me up Noah, do you know that?" His voice was low, a velvet rumble that sent an unwanted shiver down my spine. He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear, his cologne, dark, spicy, intoxicating, flooding my senses. "And you’re going to pay for that."
I glared up at him, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and that stupid, traitorous spark of excitement. "Get off me. I’m not your toy anymore."
He chuckled, a dark sound that vibrated through his chest into mine. Without breaking eye contact, he reached for my shirt, his fingers deftly popping the buttons one by one.
Slowly. Deliberately. Each undone button exposed more of my skin to the cool air, my chest rising and falling faster as he peeled the fabric open like he was unwrapping a gift he already owned.
His knuckles grazed my sternum, sending jolts of electricity straight to my groin. I hated how my nipples hardened under his gaze, how my cock twitched in my pants despite the rage bubbling inside me.
"Cassian, stop—" I started, but he silenced me with one look that was dark and commanding.
"You sent that photo to get a reaction, didn’t you? Wanted me to come running?" He leaned closer, his lips brushing my earlobe as he whispered, "I’ve been ignoring you on purpose, Noah. To teach you. You got too comfortable thinking you could flirt with my enemies without consequences."
The words hit me like a slap. My eyes widened, fury igniting in my chest like a match to gasoline.
"You bastard!" I snarled, yanking against his hold, my body surging up in a futile attempt to throw him off. "That’s why? You made me feel like shit on purpose? Like I was nothing?"
Before I could finish, he grabbed my wrists, his grip like steel wrapped in silk.
From the box on the nightstand, he pulled out soft, crimson restraints, loops of luxurious fabric that whispered against my skin as he wrapped them around my wrists.
He tied them loosely to the headboard, enough slack to let me tug but not enough to escape.
"Untie me, wait, what the—" I pulled hard, the silk biting into my flesh just a little, a teasing reminder of my helplessness. "You asshole! Let me go! I’m done with this, done with you!"
But Cassian just smirked, that infuriating, predatory curve of his lips that made my stomach flip despite everything. "You’re talking like you have a choice here. Do I have to remind you of what’s waiting on the other side... if you decide to end this?"
My blood froze.
He shifted off me, standing to strip away the rest of my clothes.
His hands slid down my sides, fingers hooking into my belt loops, dragging my pants and boxers down in one slow, agonizing motion.
The fabric scraped over my hips, my thighs, exposing my hardening cock to the air. I was already half-erect, damn it, the alcohol or the adrenaline or just him making my body react like a traitor.
Cool air kissed my bare skin, and I shivered, my balls tightening as he tossed my clothes aside, leaving me naked and bound on the bed.
"Look at you," he murmured, his eyes raking over me like I was a feast. "Already responding, even when you’re spitting fire."
"Fuck you," I growled, twisting my torso in defiance, but the movement only made the restraints pull taut, my arms stretching above my head, chest arching involuntarily.
He reached into the box again, pulling out a small vial of oil. He uncapped it, the scent of something warm and exotic, sandalwood and vanilla, filling the room.
Tilting the bottle, he dripped it onto my chest, the liquid warm and slick as it pooled in the hollow of my sternum. I gasped at the contact, the oil heating on my skin like a slow burn.
His hands followed, large and calloused, spreading it in lazy circles over my pecs, thumbs brushing just shy of my nipples. The touch was gentle, almost tender, but it ignited every nerve ending.
My skin tingled, hypersensitive, and I bit back a moan as his fingers traced lower, down the ridges of my stomach, stopping just above my pubic bone, avoiding my aching cock entirely. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
"Stop... teasing," I hissed through gritted teeth, my hips shifting despite myself, seeking more friction that he refused to give.
He ignored me, dipping back into the box for a feather, soft, black, and wickedly light. He trailed it over my collarbone, the barely-there touch sending shivers racing across my flesh.
Goosebumps erupted in its wake, my body betraying me with a full-body shudder. "Cassian, this is bullshit—"
"Shh," he whispered, the feather dancing lower, circling one nipple until it peaked hard and desperate.
I yanked at the restraints again, anger surging, but the motion only made the silk tighten, pulling my arms higher, exposing me more.
The feather teased the other nipple, and I couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped, my chest heaving as heat pooled low in my belly.
