With Visions of Red (Broken Bonds, #1)

by Trisha Wolfe

And I want his touch to kill me.

Quinn yanks off his coat and offers it to me.

Kneeling down, I pull out a pair of gloves I knew I’d find in Quinn’s coat pocket and slide them on.

“But I’ll only ever do as you ask. This is the trust between us. When you say stop, I’ll stop. When you demand more, I’ll exert myself until you’re satisfied.” His face is so close to mine, I just have to inch forward…one little inch…to taste him. “Now, those are the clear safe words between us. So tell me to taste you, and not to stop until you’re coming in my mouth.”

I have never been a greedy, impatient man. The years it’s taken to study the art of Shibari, the dedication, I have conditioned myself to not only understand patience, but to respect it. Sadie strips me of all benevolence. I’m insatiable. A pure glutton as I run my palms over her thighs, savoring the quiver my touch provokes across her velvety skin. I’m just sampling right now, curling my tongue along her slick lips, teasing my teeth over her lovely clit. When I first glimpsed her sweet, pink pussy, it was all I could do not to fall to my knees and devour her whole. Restraint. It’s not just a bondage term; it’s a religion. And I’ve suddenly become a devoted practitioner. I want to tease the experience out with her as much as I want to fulfill her. Every time her hips buck off the bench, it sends a pulse to my cock. He’s the greedy fucker. And as her thigh muscles flex, her legs straining, ankles puckering against the ropes, I can’t hold back any longer. Sinking my tongue deep into her pussy, I taste her fully. Her sweetness consumes me, overpowering my senses, and her soft, soft skin—so wet—slides against my tongue, warm and beckoning. Her breathy moans have me gripping either corner of the bench, my fingers damn near tearing through the leather. How long has it been since she’s allowed herself this release? I’m scared to know; the temptation to tie her down and ravish her might break me. But she’s almost there now. She’s wound so tightly, all her muscles corded with the n...

“Folie a deux,” he says. “Madness shared by two.” “A psychotic delusion shared by two, to be exact.”

“Torture could be our UNSUB's signature.

torture is not a signature lmao

“Torture might not be enough to satisfy his sadistic needs anymore,” I continue, working out the methodology in my head as I go. “He now needs to sexually torment his victims, too.”

doesn't it... go the opposite direction... sex then torture...