She shakes her head and tips her gaze to the ceiling. She letsit all out on a heavy sigh. “Everything. Fear, terror, elation, intrigue.” She shrugs like she’s all out of ideas. “Alive.”
Something hot and sharp explodes inside my chest. I drag in a breath but my lungs are ash.
I wet my lips, my brows drawing together.
“That’s what I do to you?”
Her gaze locks with mine, and this time she doesn’t look away.
“Yes.”
My grip tightens on my own hands, and without glancing down, I know my knuckles are white. I also know the script I’ve had in my head for fifteen years is tearing down the middle. I need to end this conversation so I canthink.
Just because she’s admitted something I didn’t know I wanted, doesn’t mean my objective is null and void. I can still hate her and I can want her too. I just need to figure out how to navigate both those desires at the same time.
But my body has formulated a response before my brain can approve it.
“Fine. You continue to work here for one month. During that month, as well as your club duties, you will do whatever I want, whenever I want, exactly as I want it. I’ll honor your condition—I won’t put my hands on you. But you’ll facilitate my pleasure in other ways. Exactly one month from now, I’ll consider your uncle’s debt repaid, and you can leave.”
Her body softens but her shoulders remain stiff.
“O-other ways?”
Her eyes widen as I stand. I move closer until I’m towering over her frame.
Her legs are long but she still only reaches maybe five four. I have to mentally force my dick down as I peer into the valley between her breasts.
They’re so fucking soft and creamy, like her thighs. I want my mouth between them, all over them. I want to bury my facein her chest, inhale her, taste everything my teenage self could only dream about.
“You don’t want me to use my hands,” I remind her. “But I’ll want you to make mecome.”
She bites down on her lip turning it white as I step into her. The gold mask falls to the floor.
“You’ll pay back your uncle’s debt by doing everything I say, do you understand?”
Her forehead glistens with sweat and her irises are swimming. I know that look. She won’t admit it to herself but she’s lustful. She’s consented to pleasuring me—I have it in writing. Nothing stated I have to give anything to her, least of all pleasure.
But right here, in this moment, I realise that the thing I’ve wanted since the age of thirteen is standing in front of me, on a metaphorical silver platter, offering me all my wet dreams.
I fuckingwanther.
But that’s not all.
Understanding unfolds, making me sick with weakness. This realization, this admission…
I need her to want me too.
I need to hear her whimper. Against every molecule of her soul.
A minute passes. A full minute of savoring the sweet lust rising from her body. Then I take a step back. Her lungs contract instantly.
I carefully remove my jacket and lay it on a chair to the side of the room. Pulling my tie loose, I slide it from my collar, watching her as I fold it neatly.
My mouth is filling with saliva.Her neck.
My tongue is restless to taste the skin trailing from the lobe of her ear to the curve of her collar.
“Tie back your hair.”
