He runs his hands down the length of my body and when he reaches my ass, he squeezes, hard. “Your heart races when I overpower you. You climax so hard you’re breathless when I make you come. You crave being dominated and controlled, but you can’t rationalize why. What we have here is everything those out there will tell you is wrong, yet you can’t turn away.”
I blink, staring at him because it’s all true, every word.
“I’ve shown you your dark side and it scares you. And you know that you can’t turn away now.”
Without warning, his mouth clashes against mine so roughly I moan, our tongues tangled in a brief but breathtaking, savage kiss. He pulls away, panting. “And neither can I.”
He’s right. Oh, God, he’s right. I know that everything he says is true, and I know how badly I crave this. If he left me right now, I’d feel bereft. I’d always wonder what could have been. I’d be disappointed in anything less thanthis,thanus.
“You want to know what I’ve done? Does that matter to you?”
Does it? Does it make him who he is today?
“I don’t regret a single damn thing I’ve done,” he says, and grabs my waist, unsnapping and unzipping to disrobe me. Next, the sweater, tugged over my head to join the small pile of clothes on the floor. “I don’t let anyone or anything come between justice and the people I love. I show mercy to no one.”
I breathe heavily, my mind reeling.
“I don’t love easily or casually,” he says as he finishes taking off my clothes. He holds me to him, naked and trembling.
He slings me up into his arms and walks to his room. I know where he’s going before he takes me.
The closet.
Like the other room, the door to this one is hidden against the wall. If you didn’t know it was there, you’d completely miss it.
His closet’s actually locked. I stare as he slides his thumb to the panel and unlocks it before a second shot of laser scans his eyes. Holy shit. What does he have in here? I hold my breath, my body hot and supple against his fully clothed one.
It glides open. A dim yellow light illuminates the room. He shuts the door behind us with finality and I hear an audibleclick.
To call this place a closet would be like calling a lion a housecat.
Nicolette has told me about Fabien’s bag of tricks, a closet he has outfitted with every disguise one could imagine, and not because Fabien likes to play dress-up.
Fabien has a fetish for heists, robbery, and trickery of all sorts.
Lyam has a fetish for pets… both the animal and human variety.
And Thayer? Holy hell.
It appears Thayer has a fetish for…everything.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Thayer
I’ve never broughta woman in here before.
There isn’t a single goddamn thing in here any other woman’s ever looked at, much less touched.
Savannah takes it all in with wide eyes. First, the corner of the room where I keep a lockbox with my weapons and the tools I use to clean them. A small stool where I sit to do the job.
Then the specialized toys I have on the walls—the whips and crops, paddles and handcuffs, gags and hoods. The specialized lingerie I’ve had designed just for her, in her favorite colors and textures and designs. The wooden spanking horse, decked out in Italian leather and fitted with padded straps.
“Holy shit, Thayer,” she whispers, as I slide her down and let her explore. She reaches a tentative finger to a small pink feather. “What’s this for?”
“Sensation play.”
“And this?” she asks, pointing to a small shelf filled with enhancers and lubricants.
