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We waved as Xavier led me from the room, my shoes dangling from my hand. There was no way I was leaving these pretties; Megan would steal them when I wasn’t looking.

On the landing, Xavier swept me up in his arms. “We may as well adhere to one tradition,” he whispered in my ear.

My husband had many faces he showed the world, but his eyes blazed when he kicked the door shut and threw me giggling on the bed. No one saw this face of Xavier but me. I alone was granted access to the man who stood staring down at me with passion in his bright blue gaze.

That look clearly said that tonight would be a night I would never forget. Excitement pulsed deep in my core and tendrils of anticipation rippled down my spine as Xavier stepped closer.

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Chapter Twenty

Cassandra

Months ago, when we met in The Midnight Rooms, I confessed a secret fantasy to Xavier as we’d lain together for hours chatting. I’d always adored Greek and Roman mythology and read every book I could find on it growing up. The part of the story when the heroine was tied to an altar or post beside the sea and left as a sacrifice to the gods always sparked my imagination.

I’d wanted to be that woman tied and abandoned to be ravished by the sea monster or god who came to collect her. My overactive imagination had played out the scenario of the twisted faerytale in my head countless times.

Did I ever anticipate that the man I met in the dark and whispered my deepest fantasises to would become my husband? No. Nor did it ever occur to me that he would remember what I told a stranger in the dark who I never planned to meet in the light.

Xavier unlaced the delicate bodice and let it slip to the floor, followed by the skirt of my dress. I was left in nothing more than red lace panties and stockings. He handed me my beloved red high-heeled shoes.

“Put them on,” he coaxed.

I knew he loved them dug into his back during rough sex, so I anticipated lying on my back with my legs wrapped around his powerful body.

Xavier moved behind me, his fingers trailing over my goosebump-covered flesh. Silk covered my eyes and tied behind my head. Xavier’s strong hands circled my wrists and slid them into a rope that was hoisted over my head, my back against a post of the bed.

“Zee?” I gasped.

“You wanted to be bound and tied and left for the monster to ravish. I am a monster, but I swear to you my claws will always be sheathed in velvet when I’m with you.”

I shivered, lust unfurling deep in my stomach.

He secured my arms above my head, my tiptoes on the floor. Leather slid across my flesh as he tempted me with whatever he’d planned for tonight. The leather belt wrapped around my breasts and he secured it at the front. A second belt held my hips in place, and a third stopped my legs wiggling.

Trapped.

I was securely strapped to the bedpost like the virgins chained to a post beside the sea so long ago.

“Do you have any idea what you look like?” Xavier whispered against my ear. “My very own prize to be claimed and ravished. How did the monsters satisfy you in your fantasy?”

My mouth opened and closed several times. He was no longer the faceless man with whom I shared my dark fantasy. He was my husband and I’d have to look him in the eye and admit I fantasised about being captured by the monster and kept in his cave as he violated me. My character never wanted it but writhed as he forced himself on her.

Xavier lowered the belt around my breasts. “Rape fantasy is one of the most popular bookings we have in the fantasy rooms. No one wants a stranger to drag them off the street, but under controlled circumstances and pre-signed consent, it would amaze you what turns people on.”

His lips teased one nipple while his fingers stimulated the other until I was struggling against my restraints.

“It comes down to lack of control. People profess to want control, but only under certain circumstances. Then they want someone to control them.” His teeth scrapped my sensitive nipple, my fingers digging into the rope that held my wrists securely. “If I was the monster, I’d want to take you where all those who tied you to that post as a sacrifice could watch. Every one of them would be hard as they stared at the monster fucking their virginal sacrifice, her screams of pleasure accosting their ears.”

“Oh fuck,” I mumbled as he bit down on me, his tongue flicking wildly.

“Then I would cut you down and lie you on their precious altar to show them what it should really be used for.” My mouth fell open as his hovered over mine, his breath fanning me. “A sacrifice of flesh and blood but as an offering of sex and debauchery. Skin sliding on skin, flesh accepting the thrust and pull of flesh.”

He always knew how to talk dirty, but tonight he’d put me in darkness again and all I could visualise was his words. The area between my thighs became hot and needy, desperately wanting everything he was saying and so much more.

“I would fill you, consume you, destroy you, and then rebuild you.”

I writhed against his fingers as they slipped between my legs, caressing my tormented flesh. He stroked my channel, his thumb finding my clit. His lips met mine as he devoured me.

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