Page 9 of Midnight Salvation

She bounced her eyebrows at me. “I have my pussycat panties on. Want to pull my tail?”

The world saw an elegant, groomed debutant with impeccable manners. I doubted anyone would imagine that same woman rarely wore anything other than comedy panties. Worse was the fact that I was a co-owner of a worldwide sex club filled with women wearing silk and lace, and I was turned on by cotton panties with ears and tails on them.

My hands grabbed her ass to tug her into me. “If I pull your tail will you stroke mine?”

Her teeth bit into her bottom lip. “Your tail tends to squirt at me.”

“That’s because you know how to stroke him just right.”

She snuggled into me the way she tended to do, her head under mine. She was the only woman who had ever touched me with that level of assured ownership.

“Some days I want to tell the entire world that you belong only to me,” she muttered. “But other days, I love the fact that this is ours alone to enjoy.”

My lips skimmed the top of her head. She was my grounding force in the middle of this chaos. “I have to pretend to accept Dad’s offer. Jordan says I should ask you for a discount on an engagement ring for my future fiancée.”

She laughed and I felt it echo against my chest. “Maybe I should turn your cock ring into one of those chastity cages to go over your penis…”

I lifted her under her ass and carried her into the treeline to press her against the trunk of a tall oak. “He only works for you,” I said against her lips.

Her hands trailed into my hair to drag me even closer. “Good, because he belongs to me.”

“Wanna lick him again to assert your ownership?”

“I’d rather you took me to one of your clubs and showed me what all the hype is about.”

My head jerked back. “You want to visit the Twilight Rooms?”

“Hmmm… Since our relationship is secret, I want you to fuck me in front of everyone while we wear masks.”

It had never occurred to me that Lucrezia wanted to share that part of my life. “I didn’t think you would want to try that lifestyle.”

Her lips curved and she tugged my mouth to hers again. “I want to experience all aspects of your life, Ash. I’m not naïve enough to think a man like you wants vanilla sex every single night of the week. You’ve gone easy on me since I was a virgin when we got together. I’m not a virgin anymore.”

Her lips skimmed mine and her tongue darted into my mouth to coax me to play. She wanted to share all the pieces of my dark and depraved life? Some of my fantasises were dark, my desires bordering on violent at times. Lucrezia was the light to my darkness. I didn’t want to scare her away.

“Stop thinking so hard,” she whispered against my lips. “We belong together, and that means in every area of your life. Don’t lock me out.”

My lips descended to hers and I lost myself in her healing touch. Her arms and legs ensnared me like vines, wrapping themselves around me.

Fear had made me try to hide part of my life from her. What would happen if my innocent lamb walked into the depravity that lived in my mind? Would she let me strap her into a frame and succumb to my darkest desires? Lucrezia would either run from the monster that lived inside me, or she would be my salvation.

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Chapter Four

Lucrezia

Ash had been called into another meeting last night, so I crawled into bed alone. It felt too big without him. I still resided somewhere between sleep and awake, that magical place where mythical creatures lived in that moment when the light first crept into the darkness of night.

My mouth fell open in a moan as Ash sucked my clit in my dreams, his tongue moving to a tribal beat. Some nights, he starred in the role as my fantasy lover as I lay in my bed in Tuscany. I imagined him with me, his mouth kissing my lower lips to make me squirm the same way I was now.

My eyes shot open when his massive cock surged deep into my core. His blue gaze bored into mine as he slowly pulled out and thrust hard and deep again. Demons resided in his eyes at whatever had been discussed tonight.

I widened my legs and desperately clung to the strong muscles of his shoulders. Most days he had his demons under control, but there were times when they emerged for him to battle. Tonight was one of those nights. I’d witnessed the same look in his eyes after his encounter with Marlow.

If I wanted the man, I had to accept all of him, the darkness and the light.

His hand curved around my throat, forcing my head back. He stilled inside me, his heavy cock lodged deep in my core. “The man who visits the Twilight Rooms doesn’t show emotion. He releases his pain through the whimpers and moans from his partners as he whips them for the sins of others. That man never kisses, never caresses lovingly, never gives part of his soul to the woman he is with.”

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