Conviction: Devine Read Online Free Page B

again.”
    “This isn’t a joke, Jake. You hurt me! It hurt!”
    His expression sobered and he nodded slowly. “I know. I’m sorry. I should have told you. But you have to believe me when I tell you there is nothing going on between me and Gen. She runs a few of my businesses, fills in at Deviant when people call in sick, and that is all. I promise I would never do that to you. Never.”
    There was something in his eyes that told me to believe him. Maybe I was naïve, maybe I just needed him too much but I did believe him. More than I should have.
    “I don’t tell someone I love them then go and fuck someone else the night after. In fact I’ve never told anyone I love them but you. If you think I take that statement lightly then you’re wrong. You’re the only person in my life that I love, apart from the guys, but that’s different.”
    “Aww, that’s a shame,” I murmured. “I think Keegan has a thing for you.”
    I jumped when his fingers dug into my ribs and he started a relentless tickling session, my lungs squealing as I tried to breathe through his torture.
    “Think you’re funny, huh?” he taunted as he continued with his pursuit. I wailed louder when he flipped me over and dug into my sides, his fingers weapons as I struggled to take a breath.
    Without warning he flipped me again. The expression on his face and the bulge digging into my thigh told me he’d had enough of tickling. His eyes ventured over my face as a serious look took over his previous happy one. “I mean it, Isla. I love you. Fuck, I do, so much. You’re not just the stars and moon for me. You’re my breath, the beat of my heart and the blood that runs through my veins. I wouldn’t survive without you. My body would die.”
    Again, his mood shifted as quick as it had come and his mouth crushed over mine, his lips working mine beneath him until I opened up and allowed his tongue to play with mine, my fingers already in his hair as I pulled him closer. The need in me was overpowering, the throb inside me a torture that needed something to tame it.
    As if sensing my need, Jake tugged at my shorts and yanked them off, pulling at my top just as desperately to bare my breasts to his greedy mouth. His teeth teased as his tongue tortured and his fingers slid between my legs, the tip of one slipping over my clitoris lightly. I bucked beneath his touch, telling him I needed more. He reared back, his eyes slits as a dark need masked his face.
    Slowly, he climbed off the bed. Standing to the side he crooked his finger at me. My belly flipped, nerves tugging at me after the last time he’d nearly choked me.
    Jake shook his head. “I won’t hurt you. You need this, sweetheart. I know you do.”
    If I didn’t trust him then we had nothing, so taking a deep breath I climbed off the bed and stood before him, gloriously naked. His eyes roamed my body for a moment before he turned and took my robe off the hook on the back of the door. He kept his eyes on me as he tugged at the belt and pulled it out of the loops.
    “Go stand and face the door.”
    His voice was quiet and husky, the tone sending my clit and womb into a spasm. I swallowed the nerves and did as he asked, my feet stumbling slightly as I turned my back on him and locked my gaze on the pattern of the grain in the door.
    “Lift your arms.” His warm breath on the side of my neck made me jump but slowly I raised my arms, my lungs about collapsed as I tried to regulate my rampant breathing.
    He slid both his hands up my arms, his fingers almost scorching my sensitive skin as he made his way upwards. When he reached my wrists he wrapped one end of my belt around both of them, causing me to clamp my hands together, and then he bound and tied the other end to the hook, giving it a swift pull to make sure it was sturdy enough.
    Silence descended for a moment and all I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears and my heavy breathing.
    “Fuck!” His voice came from behind me triggering