Wondering what's wrong with me that I'm already thinking about the next time.
Because there will be a next time.
I know it with absolute certainty, as sure as I know my own name.
I've crossed a line tonight.
Opened a door that can't be closed.
Let Vaughn show me something about myself that changes everything.
And he knows it.
That's what terrifies me most.
Not that he made me feel pleasure.
But now that I know what I've been missing, I'm going to want more.
The cage isn't the house or the biometric locks or the security system.
The cage is this hunger he's awakened in me.
This curiosity that won't be satisfied.
This need to understand what else my body can do.
And I have no idea how to fight it.
Or if I even want to anymore.
CHAPTER SIX
Vaughn
I don't go back to my room.
How can I?
I head straight to my office, close the door, and pour myself three fingers of scotch with hands that aren't entirely steady.
Then I drain the glass in two swallows and pour another.
What the fuck did I just do?
I sit at my desk, the empty glass in my hand, and try to process what happened in Eden's room twenty minutes ago.
I touched her. Sort of.
Used the vibrator on her over her clothes, watched her come apart beneath my hands, heard those breathy little gasps she tried so hard to suppress, saw the exact moment when fear transformed into curiosity transformed into desperate need.
Watched her back arch completely off the bed when she finally surrendered to the pleasure her body had never been allowed to feel.
And I've never been so hard in my life.
Never wanted anyone so badly that it felt like physical pain radiating through every nerve.
Never had to exercise so much control to keep from crossing the lines I'd promised not to cross.
