I swallowed and winced at the pain in my throat. It felt like sunburn. What the fuck was that about?
Was I afraid of him? A nervous laugh escaped my lips. “Maybe a little.”
His dark brows shot up. “Really? Well, I’ll only hurt you in the best way, and you’ll still be alive tomorrow. If that’s what you’re worried about.”
A modicum of relief ran through me. “Why am I here, Byron?”
“It’s Christmas,” he said, as if that was answer enough.
“And?”
“I thought I deserved a gift for all my hard work this year, and the only thing I want is you.”
“You can’t just kidnap someone, though.”
His grin was wide and feral as he stared down at me. Like he found my terror adorable. “No one will believe that. You walked into my suite willingly.”
Fuck. I had done that. “What about me? What about what I want?”
“You’re telling me you don’t want me to fuck you so hard you forget your own name?”
My lips parted and my dick twitched.
Which he definitely felt.
“Besides,” he continued, his voice a deliciously low rasp. “You called me ‘kitten’, and now I’m yours for life.”
Byron tapped his left pec, just above his heart. There was a line of script, but beneath that, looking like it had been carved into his chest, was my fucking name.
“Wilder’s kitten?”
He nodded, his eyes wide and full of danger. “That’s right, baby. I had it tattooed just for you.”
“You’re insane.”
“I know. I have a diagnosis that agrees with you.”
My thoughts stuttered and waned, and my mouth bobbed open with the sheer fucking madness of what I was seeing. “Youbrandedyourself? Withmyname?”
“Congratulations, you’ve won yourself a psychopath for life.”
“Fan-fucking-tastic. Lucky me. Now let me go, you lunatic.”
Byron shook his head, a manic grin on his face. “No. You want to be here, baby.”
“Now you’re being ridiculous.”
Byron trailed his hands down the sides of my ribcage until they were splayed across my lower abdomen. God, how were his hands so warm?
“If it makes you feel any better,” Byron rasped. “You’d have ended up in my bed in chains one way or the other.”
“Right, of course” I huffed in disbelief. There was no way I’d willingly be here.
Byron smiled again, and a shiver danced down my spine settling low in my belly.
“It’s true,” he said as he brushed a lock of hair from my face. “I can’t help it. There’s something about seeing you helpless that fires me up in a way that’s impossible to ignore. I like seeing you completely at my mercy.”
He rolled his hard dick against mine and a moan slipped past my lips. Byron leant forwards and brought his lips close to my ear, dropping his voice to a whisper that I felt brush against my skin. “And I think you like it too.”