Her eyes flared, and for a moment—a sacred half second—he actually believed she was his. And that equally, he belonged to her, and what he was suggesting was the inevitable culmination of Diana confessing she wanted him as much as he’d desired her.
The men outside the door taunted the guard. “Let us in, boy. We’ve paid our fee.”
Diana’s head frantically bobbed between the door and Ian's face.
“Please,” he begged in a whisper. “Play pretend with me.”
With a small squeak, she shifted on the bed and straddled him.
They locked gazes. He couldn’t even think to apologize for his erect cock, because the place where her legs cradled it was absolute perfection. He would have begged her not to move, for fear of spilling himself, but the fear on her face stopped him.
“You’re in charge,” he whispered.
Someone shoved the door open.
Diana’s mouth descended as he surged up to meet her kiss.
She made a small noise, possibly a yelp, that dissolved quickly into a groan as he took her mouth and devoured it like a starving man tasting his first morsel of bread. He’d said they needed to put on a show, but this felt like the most genuine thing he’d ever done.
“She’s a tasty one, is she,” slurred the man who’d burst through the door. He and his friend were too drunk, or too transfixed to move, which was exactly what Ian needed.
Diana moaned again, and he took her mouth with more pressure. He wasn’t holding back. Neither was she. She met him stroke for stroke, tasting and nipping. It was so indulgent, and his blood was high with the danger and anxiety of needing to secure their escape. The sailors who’d entered the room would not be content to watch for long.
“That’s it,” Ian murmured as he grazed her jaw with his tongue before tracing circles on her throat. She groaned louder, and he wished he knew if she truly liked what he was doing. Or if she was amping up a reaction for their audience to keep them at bay.
“They’re only watching, love,” he coaxed in English. It was unlikely that the thugs understood much. “They enjoy watching you move, trying to slip through those knots.”
In response, Diana rolled her body against his, as if acting out their scene, while she twisted her hands. Anyone would think she was in the throes of their passionate encounter, not trying to loosen her tie and his.
“Stupid cow,” the sailor said. “Thinks she can get away.”
“You don’t want to escape, do you, darling?” Ian teased in Spanish, for the benefit of the goons. His tongue circled her collarbone. “You love it here. With me. Show them what you want me to do for you.”
Diana hinged toward him to offer him her beautiful breasts, and the pleasure that flooded through him was pure fantasy. He kissed her luscious curves and blew on the hard peak of her nipple through the silk of her gown before taking it in his mouth.
As her legs squeezed around him, she rasped, “I must give the devil his due.”
And then she moved on him.
She rocked against his hips. The friction against his stiff cock was torture. He was going to spend in his pants and he didn’t care who saw it. It was going to be worth it.
“I’m so close,” Diana moaned.
It took him a full minute to realize she didn’t mean her climax. Her knots were finally loosening.
“What about you, darling, are you there?” She panted.
Ian tested his own bindings, which were nearly undone. The amazing woman had been working both sets of knots the entire time.
“No. You don’t get to come until I do,” he barked, with one eye fixed on the men. They were watching Diana ride him with glazed expressions and didn’t notice the ropes loosening. “You need to take all of me, love. And you’re so tight, I’m the only one who can undo you.”
“You’re wrong there, mate,” slurred one goon.
“Think I should help,” his accomplice added, unfastening his belt. “This bitch needs to be fucked before she gets to ride someone else.”
White light exploded across Ian’s vision. With a growl, he rolled across the bed and shoved Diana behind him. He hardly registered that the movement was tearing off his skin. It didn’t matter; his hand was free.
Diana pressed a hairpin into his palm.