Chapter 42

If I had the breath, I would have cursed him and my unruly flesh, but my breath was coming in harsh pants, and I was so hard that once again I was shaking with the need to come.

Vincent began working his way down my body, pausing to tug on my nipples. “Want me to fuck you, baby?”

I jerked at his words, and fought wildly against the cuffs. The only time I had done that had been years before, with my first lover, the young man with whom I’d fallen headlong in love. Armand. Oddly enough, I hadn’t thought of him in years. He had been a Frenchman too, and slightly older, almost seventeen to my almost sixteen. I’d had no experience, and he only slightly more.

His parents had objected to the liaison, however, and I’d never seen him again after that giddy, sex-drenched, emotionally wrenching summer….

The cuffs bit into my wrists, and I was unable to stifle a cry.