Page 51 of Inferno

But I need to taste her. Worship her.

I set her down on the dining table and grip her throat, easing her onto her back.

Softly, I tug her skirt off, resting her heels on the edge. Her calves tremble, just a little and I stop.

Pulling her to sit, I cradle her face in my hands, eyes locked on hers.

“I need you to use your words. Beg me for it, even. But this doesn’t go any further without it.”

The confusion on her pretty face is cute but concerning.

“I came here and kissed you, isn’t that me telling you to do it?”

I shake my head, twirling one of her dark purple curls around my finger.

“No, baby. You kissing me, as hot as that was, is not consent for the things I want to do to you.”

I tip her chin up to me.

“I-I just thought…” She trails off.

I press my lips to her cheek and her eyes flutter closed. Just that small notion has her brain starting to switch off.

Fuck, I’m going to blow her damn mind.

Holding her cheeks in my hand, I delicately stroke her soft skin with my thumb, my eye contact never wavering.

I want her to see how desperate I am for her.

“Your voice matters. If you are willing to submit to me, we have to communicate. Your pleasure is more important to methan my own. But I gotta hear you say it, heartbreaker. Just tell me you are mine.”

This is her first important lesson.

Even though she’s giving me control, she is always the one with the true power.

“Just tell me you’re mine. Beg me to ruin you, and I’ll do just that. If that’s exactly what you want. If not, we stick to a heavy petting session because I’m not letting you out of my room until the sun rises.”

My heart races. I feel like she needs to know I will respect her body and her mind.

“I want this. I really do. Can we—” She pauses, her cheeks flushing red.

“Can we, what? Use those words, heartbreaker,” I urge her softly.

“Can we go slow into it?”

“Of course. I want to savor every second with you. Taste every inch. I want you to come so many times you forget your name.”

Her eyes go wide and I laugh, brushing my fingers through her hair. She seems to like that.

“Don’t worry. I won’t ask for your real name.” I wink.

She’s cagey. Like a woman who has had her wings clipped but is desperate to be free.

Maybe tonight might help her with that.

I’ve seen her badass side. I want her vulnerable, submissive side.

“So, you’re happy for me to take the lead; if you tell me to stop, I will. If you want more of something, you tell me. I want to hear exactly what you like. See what makes you scream. I need to be in control, I like to be rough. Can you handle that?”

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