Page 117 of Swallow Your Sorries

“What?” he asks casually, bringing the knot to his teeth and pulling easily so that the sash falls away. “I’m not a filthy little liar, remember? I promised not to touch you with my hands.”

I just gawk at him like an idiot.

Is he seriously fucking with me right now? I’m giving him free access and he’s choosing to punish us both?

“But the interlude…You can’t be serious,” I mutter, resisting the primal urge flaring within me to hook my leg around his damn neck and drag him face forward into my slit.

“I take the rules very seriously. Did you really think I’d reward you? That I’d fuck your greedy pussy with my tongue and let you gush? After you tried to let someone else play with you? With what’s mine?”

“Gant—"

“Do that again and I’ll make you watch them become prey in that web.”

Before I can ask, he turns on his phone light, so much brighter than the candles and points it at the domed ceiling.

Spiders creeping around gauzy webs scurry away, but there’s nowhere to go because there are thousands of them and thousands of encased prey dangling in gauzy cocoons. Strung right in the centre is an elaborate pulley system with a dangling manacle.

One spider was one thing, but this…this is enough to make my hair stand on end and question my sanity more than Gant’s. Because I’m not running away.

“And when they’re all settled with their new friends, I’ll fuck you beneath them. While you scream my name and they scream for a higher being to help them.”

I take in his words and they sink into my skull bitterly because I know they’re fucking true based on Sylo alone. His own freaking cousin.

“Don’t break my rules again,” He says before leaning in to kiss me as if he isn’t punishing me at the same time.

What’s worse, is I kiss him back, desperate for another crumb of his affection.

But when the seconds tick on and the feel of his soft lips wears off, I snap my legs shut, knocking his side with my inner thigh as I slide down from the table. Grabbing my filthy skirt, I shake it off before covering myself, but I heed his warning and leave my panties where they belong in the dirt.

He thinks not giving me an orgasm is a punishment? He must not know that my phone can vibrate.

The last thing I’m going to do is beg Gant, of all people, for anything ever again.

Because he’s already winning, and he knows it,that annoying, grating voice coos in my ear as I wrap my blazer around me, forgoing the torn button-down.But…he’s accidentally shown you his hand. His weakness. The accident haunts him far deeper than we thought.

And yet using the incident that I had a hand in, that involves such loss seems too low to use even on someone who gave me a golden shower.

Or is it?

That can remain to be seen.

When I slip on my loafers and storm towards the door, Gant slips in front of it, his expression utterly amused.

“We haven’t finished discussing our terms yet.”

Is that why he didn’t finish? He wants to make sure I agree to all his ridiculous conditions before he gives me an ounce of satisfaction again?

“You already gave me a laundry list of rules,” I snap. “Don’t you meanmyterms?”

He shakes his head slowly. “Most of those were just givens.”

I’m not about to hurt my brain trying to understand how not coming unless Gant fucking Auclair says so is agiven.

“About the privates, lessons start Monday afternoon. We’ll do a lot more than dancing but don’t get so excited Dove. I just mean we’ll get to know each other’smindsa lot better.”

I can feel the flush on my cheeks grow hotter. How the hell did he know what I was thinking?

“Why would you want to do that?”

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