Page 27 of Glorious Sinner

“You pity me, don’t you? That’s why you came to the club all the time, why you gave me money.” Another tear. “You feel sorry for me.”

“No…”

“God, what you must think of me. Staying with a man like that, letting him do what he did to me. Now this…I…I need to go.” She tried to walk away.

I stopped her again and made her look at me. “I don’t pity you, I fucking worship you. That’s why I came in all those nights, because I couldn’t stay away, because I’ve wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you. You have all the control, baby, all of it. You have to know that. Christ, Angel, I’m yours to command.”

Her slender throat worked, her eyes searching mine.

“Do you want me?” I asked, voice guttural.

“Yes.” No hesitation.

Thank fuck. “No one owns your orgasms—no one. I want you to take them back. It’s your body, Stephanie. Take them back.”

Her lips quivered. “I don’t know how.”

“I’m going to help you,” I said. “You want that, don’t you? That’s why you’re here right now?”

She looked scared as fuck, but again she didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

“Take off the robe and sit up here.” I patted the desk in front of me.

She started chewing her lip.

No man had touched her since Ryan and I didn’t think she was ready for that. “I’m not going to touch you.”

“I’m not scared of you,” she said. “It’s not you…it’s me…”

“It’s not you, Stephanie. It was never you. You’re fucking perfect. I promise, I’ll get you there. You want that?”

She nodded.

“We’re gonna take this nice and slow, okay?”

She nodded again and finally closed the distance, climbing up on my desk so she was sitting in front of me.

“That’s good, Angel.” I slid my fingers down the front of my shirt, undoing the buttons as I went, knowing she liked the way I looked, that she liked the ink. I let the shirt fall open and bit back a growl of relief when I saw her eyes moving over me and she licked her lips like she wanted a taste of me.

“You like what you see?” I said.

“Yes,” she said, her eyes moving over me again in a way that had me groaning. “Your body, it’s…it’s beautiful.”

Her color was high and her lips were puffy from her biting at them. I dropped my hand to my dick and squeezed the hard flesh behind my zipper. “See what you do to me? How much I want you. How fucking gorgeous you are.”

She licked her lips and wriggled on the desk. She was getting wet, hot, which was exactly what I wanted.

“I want you to slide your fingers inside your shorts, over your panties, and give that pussy the pressure I know it needs,” I said.

Her eyes were bright and her breathing choppy, but she was still wary, maybe even afraid of what she was feeling.

I grinned, a wicked as fuck grin, when she hesitated, wanting to take away the heaviness around us, especially after what she’d told me. I wanted this to be about her, about feeling good. I wanted Ryan out of her head and out of this fucking room. “Oh, Angel, you don’t think you’re doing this alone, do you?” I dropped my fingers to the button of my pants and undid them.

Her eyes dropped to my hand and she wriggled again. Her soft moan reached me, and my dick started to throb. Fuck knew how I was going to get through this, how I was going to stay in this chair and not lay her back on that desk and fuck her. I would, though. Whatever it took, I’d do it.

I was about to ask her again to put her hand in her shorts, but I didn’t need to.

Fuck.