Chapter 40

Fallon’s POV

I took deep breaths to calm myself. But still, my whole body burned with fear and excitement.

Darius stared at his handiwork with admiration and lust. He undressed himself, never breaking his eyes away from the sight of me.

My legs were spread apart, each tied to a different point on the bed, while my hands were bound to the headboard. I ached for his touch, ached to see what he had planned next, ached for him to touch my tingling crotch, which was being tortured by the chilly air.

His lustful eyes burned at me like a predator, ready to pounce on his prey. When the last of his pants fell to the ground, I itched to rush at him. The torture of being bound was beginning to make sense. Its torture lay in the frustration of seeing and feeling without touching, being powerless. He enjoyed watching me whimper in frustration.

Darius Salvatore’s fingers began soft walks from my ankle. “Where do you want me to start from?” he teased.