Page 210 of Inferno

His hand wraps around my throat.

“No. I’m ignoring you because I’m trying to behave and not fuck some sense into you. You don’t see it, do you?”

His eyes bore into mine. Unrelenting.

“I told you I’d do anything to get my girl out safely. I wasn’t joking, and you won’t change my mind.”

“Goddamn it, Charlotte. I’m not losing you. Not after I just got you back. Isabella needs her mom, and so do I.”

His words gut me.

He doesn’t want to lose me. Not just for our daughter—but for him.

It’s… terrifying. To be wanted this much. To be respected. Safe. No hidden motive. No trap.

Just him.

“But—”

He crushes his mouth to mine.

“It’s about time you learned your place, baby. I’m done being nice. You need more to understand, don’t you?”

My eyes widen as he rips off my panties and tosses them behind him.

“Pain and pleasure. That’s what you’re desperate for, isn’t it? Clearly you want to be hurt. Punished, even.”

His pupils darken as he tears open my blouse, buttons clattering to the floor like shrapnel.

“So fucking sexy.”

He licks his lips, hikes up my skirt, and drops to his knees.

The book slips from my fingers, hitting the floor as he licks my pussy and a moan escapes my lips.

“The real question is, do you deserve more?” His voice rasps against my thighs.

“I do. Please, sir,” I plead.

He flicks his tongue over my clit. I start to shake, and as I do, he pulls his mouth away.

“Remember how nice that feels. Chase it.”

In one motion he’s up, gripping my throat, yanking me from the shelf.

“Kneel.”

I drop. As easy as that. It’s like I was made to do this, just for him. My body just knows.

His fingers glide through my hair, the other hand unzipping his pants, freeing his cock. I lick my lips, watching the pre-cum bead at the tip.

But he backs away, smirking as he strolls to his desk and picks up his glass of whiskey, dipping his finger into it.

“Open.”

I obey, and he slips his finger into my mouth.

“Mmm.”

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