Page 59 of Outcast’s Vow

“You know what. Say it.”

She inhales sharply.

“You need to fuck me.”

Yes.

“Why?” I ask her.

“Because you want to. Because I want you to.”

“Yes,” I reply. “I need to fuck you, woman. Right now.”

23

SYLVIE

He says those words.

I need to fuck you, woman. Right now.

And a million emotions burst in me like fireworks.

I could kill him. I could hate him. I hate how we’re in this situation, here, together.

And yet?

I love how he came in and dominated that yoga instructor. I love how he claimed me as his in that deep voice of his.

Everything has led to this moment where this teasing game we’ve been playing, this denial of our true feelings, this performative disdain for each other, it is all unraveling with that one simple sentence.

Baptiste towers over me. So dominating. So easily able to throw me around the room with the barest of effort.

Everything inside me is on fire.

“Is this merely you satisfying your physical lust, husband?”

“No. This is more than that.”

My fingers twitch. My nipples are hard. I can’t even speak.

“I want you to want it, Highness.”

His voice drops, rough with restraint. And I nod. Because I have nothing left with which to tease him. It’s so good to be wanted like this, especially when he’s tried to hold it back so long. It’s irresistible witnessing a man like Baptiste – a man usually so in control of his own steely emotions – fall apart merely by desire.

Desire for me.

“Tell me what you want, Sylvie Tremblay.”

There’s a beat of hesitation... a moment where I reconsider everything.

But there’s no use.

I gulp, realizing it’s too late now. I’m in too deep.

“I want you,” I say.

Baptiste traces a hand down from my hair to my chin, lifting my face to his.