Breaking The Rules

13

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I woke up with a loud gasp, shooting out of bed immediately—or trying to, at least. When I tried moving my hands and legs but heard the jingle of the handcuffs keeping me trapped. I let out an irritated groan and tilted my head back in the fluffy pillows.

Goddamn it. I don't even remember what happened before ending up here... in Niklaus-fucking-St. Clair's black tee-shirt.

"Son of a bitch—"

"Well, rise and shine, my feisty kitten," Niklaus deep voice greeted, and my eyes snapped open. I turned my head and watched as he left the washroom, showing me a perfect view of his toned arms and body.

My eyes roamed down to his torso, taking in the large scars that he refused to let me touch. I noticed this a lot, whether in bed or in the shower... or anywhere in his penthouse since he was always shirtless. Or, every time I did, he would flinch away from my touch for a moment.

"How did you sleep?" He asked, his hand moving down my cheek and kissing my temple.

"Fuck you," I spat. "Why the hell would you do that to me, Niklaus!"

"Before you get all crazy on me, beautiful," Niklaus said, throwing a stash of weapons beside my body, "I wasn't going to let you try to kill me and succeed, so I had to get you in a vulnerable position."

"By making me cry and telling you my true feelings!" I snapped, refusing you to let myself cry in front of him when I felt them forming. "Are you fucking kidding me, Niklaus!"

Niklaus sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "No, Kiara; by having you bent over my desk, soaking wet. I would never intentionally make you cry, baby, you know that."

"Don't you dare 'baby' me, asshole!" I snapped, thrashing in the bed as my main facial was strangling the Brit standing in front of me. Niklaus sighed but I could still make out the smallest of smiles, shaking his head to himself.

"I love how sexy you are when you're mad," he said, leaning against the headboard beside my bed. He leaned down until his lips brushed against mine. "And I can see you like being cuffed up, too, yes? Just look how wet you got just from me staring at that delicious body of yours."

I opened my mouth to object but an unexpected moan fell from my lips when two of his fingers pushed into my soaking entrance, curling them up deeply while keeping his eyes on me.

"It's funny how thirty-six hours ago, it was supposed to be me tied to a chair under your control," Niklaus mused, grabbing my chin and leaning down. I inhaled sharply when his teeth gently dug into my bottom lip, pulling it back so it made a small sound. "The rules have changed a bit, no?"

I turned my head to the side, scowling. "Being tied to a bed is something an amateur would do, asshole."

Niklaus smirked, walking around the bed slowly. Even through the horrible situation I was in, I couldn't help but wonder how he managed to looked so deliciously sexy. He ran a hand through his chocolate brown hair and grinned down at me when he saw my bemused stare.

"Don't be like that, kitten," he said to me, cupping my jaw. "You're acting like you weren't begging me to have you up against my desk just two hours ago with every fibre in your body."