Page 31 of Midnight Danger

My head tilted back so I could stare into his eyes. “Maybe my demons want to play with yours.”

He growled, his lips finding mine, his tongue seeking and destroying everything in its path. He made me want to be adventurous, burn away the old me and replace her with a seductress who set his blood on fire the way he did to me.

My fingers tugged his shirt from his trousers, so I could feel his flesh, my nails scratching up his back to mark him.

“Fuck,” he muttered into my mouth.

Every part of me was on fire. I wanted nothing more than to lay myself on the altar of desire and sacrifice myself to sin and debauchery.

When my hands reached the front of his belt, Xavier stepped back. His eyes were dark with desire and his thumb swiped over his bottom lip as he studied me.

“Take the dress off and leave everything else on.” His voice held a command I’d never heard before.

I slowly turned to present my back to him, to allow him to pull the zip down. His finger trailed down my spine when he finished. All I wore under my dress were red lace panties and stockings.

My dress pooled around my feet.

I didn’t bother to take my shoes off because I knew Xavier loved them dug into him during sex.

I turned to face him, slowly sinking to my knees. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip, eyes never leaving mine. He owned this place, and it was filled with women trained in the art of seduction. All I had to work on was my knowledge of his reactions.

He watched me with predator precision as I unzipped his trousers and released his hard length. Those hooded eyes closed for a few seconds when I took him deep, my hand slowly pumping his base. He groaned huskily and I felt it vibrate into my mouth, my tongue swirled around the head of his cock before I traced the vein with the tip of my tongue.

Xavier’s hand wrapped in my hair to tug my head back. “You keep going and I’m gonna come.”

The tip of my tongue peeked up to lick his tip, making him groan again.

His fingers under my chin commanded me to stand.

Cuffs with leather wrist supports hung from a wooden beam in the centre of the room. Xavier lifted my arms above my head and slipped my hands through them before tightening them. He prowled behind me, his strong hands widening my legs before he clamped my ankles into position.

He reappeared in front of me, his fingers gripping my chin to force me to look up at him. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

He was the only man who ever made me feel beautiful. The only one with the power to destroy me because he held my heart in the palm of his hand. I stared at him helplessly lost in those deep blue eyes. They were as changeable as a storm and revealed his every emotion when he was alone with me. In business they were cold and frozen, never letting anyone beyond his mask.

His hands traced over my shoulders and down my back, finally resting under my ass. “All this belongs to me.” His tone made heat build in my stomach. My mouth fell open as those magical hands found my breasts, his thumbs flicking my sensitive nipples.

“I want to try…” I couldn’t find the words for my desires.

“What, baby?” His lips ghosted over mine, coaxing me to speak.

“I want you to show me how it feels, what that woman experienced.”

His lips twitched. “You want to submit to me?”

I’ve given him everything I had, revealed every secret I’d ever hidden, and broken every rule I’d written to keep my heart safe.

“Zee,” I whimpered.

He watched me with the confidence of a predator who stood over his willing prey, a man certain that the woman before him belonged solely to him. Slowly, he removed his jacket and hung it beside the door. He unbuttoned his shirt, loosening the cufflinks to tug it from his muscled chest. His trousers were still loose with his hardened cock hanging out.

He tucked himself away from my prying eyes and wandered to a unit on the far wall. When the doors opened, I saw implements hanging inside, ready for use. Xavier selected a riding crop with a long handle and a flat leather end.

Standing in front of me, his finger trailed down the side of my face. “You sure about this?”

I peered up at him. “This is your world. I’m part of that now and need to find my place in it.”

The cool leather moved across my skin in a gentle lover’s caress, slipping under the curve of my breast in exploration. My mouth fell open and my eyes fluttered closed. I lost myself to the sensation of the leather sliding over my sensitive nerve endings. It trailed down my spine, tracing every vertebra on its path of seduction.

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