Chapter 4The Fifty Million Dollar Heir

Two hours later.

Gurgle.

The sound ripped through the room. I looked up. Sterling was clutching his stomach.

Right. The idiot hadn't eaten all day.

My anger faded. Looking at that handsome face and that tight waist, my ulterior motives returned.

Idea.

I sprinted to the mini-fridge, grabbed a yogurt, and locked the fridge door with a satisfying click.

"Hungry?" I shook the yogurt, slowly peeling the lid back.

Sterling was definitely hungry. He stared at the cup.

He swallowed.

The jerk. He didn't gulp for me, but he gulped for Greek yogurt.

"It's so good~" I licked the spoon. "Want a taste?"

He nodded, eyes wary.

"Come here. I'll feed you."

"Don't trust you." He took a half-step back.

I took a deep breath and forced a smile. "Fine. You stand on that side of the bed, I'll stay on this side. I'll feed you across the mattress. Deal?"

He tilted his head, thinking.

Finally, he shuffled to the edge of the bed.

I leaned over the mattress, stretching my arm out, offering the spoon.

"Say ahhh."

Sterling leaned down, opening his mouth to catch the spoon.

His thin lips parted, a flash of tongue swept out.

White yogurt landed on his tongue.

It was... inexplicably erotic.

My best friend Sloane’s voice echoed in my head: “Sterling is the repressed type. When he finally kisses someone, he’s going to devour them.”

I stared at his mouth. I swallowed, too.

I kept feeding him like a machine.

One bite. Another.

Sterling lowered his guard. He kept his eyes down, playing with his toy while opening his mouth on command.

He didn't notice when I switched the spoon for my finger.

He instinctively wrapped his lips around my fingertip, his tongue grazing the sensitive pad.

A jolt of electricity shot down my spine. I almost moaned.

Excellent.

Next step: pants.

He was still oblivious, sucking on the yogurt.

With every bite, I crawled further across the bed, inching closer in a very unladylike manner.

Victory was two feet away.

Sterling was right there. The focused way he ate was so pure, yet it made my mouth go dry.

I stared at his throat moving as he swallowed.

Time to undo the belt.

The cup was almost empty.

I dipped my finger in the last bit. As he lowered his head to lick it, I jerked my hand back.

Reflexively, he lunged forward to follow it, lost his balance, and collapsed right on top of me.

Jackpot!

My legs instantly wrapped around his waist, locking him down.

My hands scrambled for his belt buckle.

What kind of designer buckle is this? I can't open it!

Afraid he’d bolt, I tightened my legs.

"Don't move," Sterling said, his voice huskier than a "fool" should sound.

Before I could react—Click.

He undid the metal buckle with one hand.

Yes!

He pulled the belt off and threw it aside. Then he leaned his weight onto me.

That familiar, oppressive aura... it felt like the old Sterling was back.

Is it happening?

I closed my eyes, nervous anticipation flooding me.

Suddenly, Sterling clamped my wrists. His grip was iron.

I panicked. "Hey, easy..."

Before I could finish, he crossed my wrists above my head and wrapped the leather belt around them. Tight.

Bondage?

Since when is he into this?

My eyes went wide. I watched him reach down, grab my ankles, and forcefully pry my legs off his waist.

"Sterling Vance!"

My voice trembled.

He didn't even look up. He straightened my legs, turned around, and walked away.

He left.

He actually left.

He left me tied up on the bed, dress hiked up to my thighs, cleavage out.

Is he even human?

He grabbed a pillow, picked up Captain Galaxy, and walked straight into the bathroom.

I struggled against the belt, the leather burning my wrists.

"You jerk... just you wait!"

It took me twenty minutes to wiggle free. I jumped off the bed and charged the bathroom.

Locked.

"Sterling! You coward! Open the door!"

I twisted the handle until my hand cramped. Nothing.

In a rage, I kicked the door.

Thud.

... Ow. My toe.