Chapter 64

"If I let you go, would you fight me?" she asked, her voice husky with arousal.

"Yes," Alex grated out, fists clenching uselessly.

She just laughed, sounding a bit breathless. "You'd lose, little boy."

Walking around behind him, she dragged her nails along his torso, making him shiver and wince at the same time. It wasn't quite a tickling sensation and it wasn't quite painful, but an uncomfortable combination of both. He couldn't stop himself from writhing a bit, hating the involuntary reaction but knowing it was what she'd aimed for.

Then her nails raked down his back and he arched away, the cuffs holding him in place as the painful scratches burned. The people sitting around the tables in front of him laughed; his movement had looked like he was thrusting forward. Something brushed against his back, lightly, and he immediately tensed, before he realized what she was doing.

Hot, open-mouthed wet ki