He arched a brow, amused. “That’s the point, baby.”

I swallowed, my pulse pounding in my ears. “So what now?”

He didn’t answer. Not with words, anyway. Instead, Legend reached back into the drawer and pulled out something small and purple. I gasped the moment I recognized it. A fucking rose and I could tell it was brand new. Cleaned and ready to go.

My breath stalled, heat flooding my skin, my fingers instinctively tugging against the silk restraints. He saw my reaction and grinned. Slow. Dangerous. Wicked. “I’m guessing you’ve used one of these?” he asked, turning the rose over in his hand, his thick fingers tracing the edges.

I licked my lips, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m sure you know the answer to that.”

He hummed, pleased, then clicked it on. The low, powerful vibration filled the air, and I tensed, my thighs clenching as the sound alone sent a sharp pulse of need through me.

Legend’s gaze darkened, watching every subtle movement, every reaction. “Damn. You’re already squirming?” he teased. Then, with no warning, he pressed the rose against the inside of my thigh on the lower setting but still enough to make me jolt. He chuckled. “You’re sensitive as fuck,” he observed, dragging the rose higher, tracing achingly close to where I wanted it. “I like that.”

I clenched my fists, writhing slightly, but the silk held me still. I was completely at his mercy. He dragged the rose up again, letting it hover just close enough to drive me insane, his free hand gripping my thigh, holding me in place.

“Tell me how bad you want it,” he murmured, his lips just inches from mine, his breath warm and minty.

I gasped, my head falling back against the pillows, my body tense with need. “Legend,” I breathed.

He grinned against my jaw. “That’s not an answer.”

The second the rose pressed against my aching, swollen clit, a sharp gasp tore from my throat. The vibration was intense, a low, rhythmic pulse that sent a white-hot ripple of sensation through me, spreading from the point of contact to every nerve in my body.

My fingers tightened in the silk restraints, instinctively trying to close my thighs, but I couldn’t. This man had me open, exposed, bound to his will and he knew exactly what he was doing. He watched me, his eyes dark with amusement and raw hunger, the rose gliding in slow, taunting circles, never giving me exactly what I needed.

“Shiiiit,” I whispered, my back arching, my legs trembling from the relentless teasing.

Legend chuckled, low and deep, the sound vibrating through me just as much as the rose in his hand. “Too much?” he murmured, dragging it away slightly, letting the buzz of it thrum against my inner thigh instead.

The sudden loss of pressure made me whimper, my body searching for the friction he had just stolen from me. “Oh, my God,” I exhaled, half pleading, half demanding.