“Not on my fingers, I don’t,” he says, and my knees damn near buckle.
“Oh…” is all I manage to get out.
Quinton chuckles, his laugh dark and taunting. “I assume by your reaction that you’re pleased with your present?”
“Uh-huh,” I hum, unable to rip my eyes away from the lace suit. “When do we leave?”
He grins. “A helicopter will pick us up just before six.”
“Six?” It almost comes out as a childish whine.
Quin pouts. “I know, darling, so far away.” He places two fingers under my chin, tilting my head to meet his glistening blue eyes. “But I promise tonight will be worth the wait, and until then…” He reaches around me and yanks on the blades . “It’s ice skating time.”
I havea newfound respect for ice dancers.
“Here.” Quinton kneels in front of me and places an ice pack on my knee. “That should help.”
I glower at him. “I told you skating was dangerous.”
He rolls his eyes, sitting on the edge of the coffee table as the fireplace crackles around us. “You barely even touched the ice, Emery. It was the softest fall I’ve ever seen.”
“But a fall nonetheless,” I huff, inspecting my battle wound. “I hope I don’t bruise.”
“That would be a shame,” he smirks, “since tonight I imagine you’ll be putting those little knees of yours to great work.”
I narrow my eyes at him, but a ghost of a smile slips past my faulty anger. “Whatexactlyis Night of Sin?”
“Whatever you want it to be, darling.”
“I’m serious, Quin,” I say. “I want to know what to expect. Is it…” I bite my lip. “Is it like Club Hades?”
Quin chuckles at a joke I’m not yet privy to. “It’s similar, however, there are two key differences.” I subconsciously slide to the edge of my seat and lean in closer, desperate to discover what he means. “Club Hades has rules, darling. There are collars and rings and rooms for private acts. But at Montchauvier? Rules don’t exist.Doorsdon’t exist. Think of it as a giant playground and everyone is…” He pauses, an intense burn radiating from his skin. “Shared.”
I swallow. “Shared?”
“Yes…” Quin’s large palm finds my thigh, and he digs his fingers firmly into my skin. “I love to share, darling.” His glass-coated gaze flicks up at me. “I love to watch.”
Air leaves my lungs. “As in…”
“I don’t believe in constraints, darling,” he rasps, speaking to my goddamn soul. “I believe you deserve to be touched any way you want.” My skin pebbles. “Byanyone you want.” A knowing smirk graces his face. “And then we go home. Together.”
I shouldn’t be surprised. I shouldn’t be shocked. Given our history, this all makes sense. He’s watched before. Through the cameras. In The Playground. He’s always been watching. With pleasure. Not with envy. Not with jealousy. Not like someone. Not likehim. He’d never allow for such a night. He’d forbid it. He’d condemn it. Hell, he’d burn it down.
“Does that excite you, Emery darling?” Quin’s silky tone stirs my insides. “Is that something you want to try?”
The question slips out with no authority. “Will you partake?” I inwardly wince. “In the same fashion, that is?”
He grins like I’ve signed some sort of tacit contract. “Only if you want me to.” He cocks his head. “Do you, darling? Do you want to watch me? Or…” His hand slides in between my partedthighs, and even through thick winter stockings, he can feel my heat. “Or do you wantmeto watchyou? Only you?”
The correct answer is obvious. Tit-for-tat. If I can, then he should be able to. But it’s difficult to picture, almost infuriating.
“Don’t be afraid to tell me the truth, darling,” he whispers. “I shan’t hold it against you. What do you want, Emery? Tell me.”
“I…” The emotion boiling inside me is so foreign that I can hardly recognize it. “I want you to watch.” My tone lowers. “Only watch.” His eyes light up. “Because…” He lifts a prompting brow. “Because the only person who’s going to fuck you tonight…isme.”
A tiny growl reverberates in his chest as he leans toward me, his breath hot against my ear. “Good girl,” he drawls. “Thatwas the correct answer.”
“It was?”
