Page 2 of Enthrall Climax
His subtle cologne wafted over me as a sensual reminder of his mystic. The scent reminded me of his power, not only when he wielded his authority around the boardroom, although there was plenty of that, but in the privacy of our home where he ravished my body, bringing overwhelming orgasms one after the other. It was in the way he mastered me with the ultimate domination of a man who knew the art of blinding pleasure.
He arched a curious brow, proving he knew I didn’t like to revisit our past. I hated going back to the time I had no control over my life. The time he’d pretended I meant nothing to him. Those endless days with him gone had seen me drowning. I’d fallen hard for Cameron, the lover I couldn’t have, and my heart had cracked open leaving me vulnerable.
I’d never been meant forhim…this man who circled the rim of his glass gracefully with the tip of a forefinger. It was an unconscious erotic prelude to what would happen later in the evening. He liked to circle my clit in the same fashion with a disciplined concentration, his dark gaze studying me while I trembled through the pleasure. The thought of it made me shiver.
My gaze roamed over the silver platter full of empty oyster shells. The taste of the ocean was still on my tongue, along with the lingering taste of doubt.
Why was he bringing up Los Angeles now?
He gave me a reassuring smile and his expression turned to one of devotion, making me melt like that first day I’d laid eyes on him. The measure of his beauty was only rivaled by the depth of his complexity—a kaleidoscope of mysteries waiting to be discovered. His profound knowledge endlessly wowed me. His friends both admired and feared him for his fierce intellect. Sparring with him was ill-advised.
I loved Cameron deeply and couldn’t imagine my life without him. I respected his directness, his strength and his ability to say the right thing at the right time.
“Any thoughts?” He pushed me to react to his monologue.
“All that’s forgotten.”
His gaze saw the truth in my lie. He gave me a look of defeat.
Cameron liked this restaurant and I pretended to like it, too. We’d finished off a bottle of Chateau Lafite and my toes had curled at the price. Even now my past chased after my present with the rawest memories of poverty. Still, I wasn’t ashamed of all of that because it ensured every rich experience was lived with an awareness of this privileged life. It made everything special.
He reached for his glass of eaux-de-vie Hennessy Ellipse, which had been delivered to our table as a complimentary liquor because he was a Cole, related to tea baron Raif Cole, though now Cameron ruled the empire hailed as one of the beverage world’s major players. Everyone treated Cameron very well and even if they didn’t know who he was they respected him because of the regal way he carried himself. He was a man who ruled a room as soon as he stepped into it.
Cole had plucked me out of my ordinary life working at an art supply store in West Hollywood, and as a waitress at The Cheesecake Factory every weekend. He’d employed me as a secretary at Enthrall with the salary of my dreams at his secret and very exclusive BDSM club in Pacific Palisades. He’d specifically hired me to work for Richard Sheppard, his assistant director and the man I’d inevitably fall hard for.
Richard had swept me off my feet with his remarkable Harvard intellect, his worldliness, and his dashing good looks and dreamy smile; his seemingly perfect life lived out in his vast, beachfront house in Malibu. All his feigned happiness had been a façade for decades. He’d carried guilt over his fiancée’s death after his father had taken down the New York Stock Exchange and the American economy with it.
I’d done what I’d been brought in to do and relieved much of that agony. I’d apparently saved his life, but doing so had almost devastated mine.
What I could never have known was Richard’s breaking point before all of that, the incident Cameron had just shared with me—the truth of what went down on that dark night along Highway 17.
Richard had been close to taking his own life that night and it had been Cameron’s relentless pursuit that had saved him and inspired his devilish plan.
“This is me apologizing,” Cameron said, nudging away his glass.
“You did it to save Richard. We both did.”
“Everyone warned you off me. Even I did.”
“What’s going on with you, Cameron?”
He studied me as though gauging my reaction. “Last night…”
Oh, so this was why we’d taken a detour from our journey to the party.
“I liked it.” My limbs shuddered as I recalled the way he’d taken me. My heart skipped a beat at the memory of how breathless he’d made me and how hard he’d made me come.
I watched him carefully as that uncharacteristic confusion marred his face, his irises dilated to black as though he recalled…his unyielding strength as his virile fucking turned ferocious, our bodies covered in perspiration as we rolled around on the sheets, totally enraptured with each other.
Our passion had turned dark.
I yearned to see his true nature set free, even though I had been warned by others of his secret proclivity, and last night I’d glimpsed a man possessed with something that went beyond the rawest passion.
My wrists bound together behind my back with his black silk tie, my face pressed into the pillow, his grip on the back of my neck shoving me into it, me catching each breath as though it were my last, his savage fucking, his feverish control over me causing my limbs to quake because even before this—before all of it—he’d unleashed his true power, revealing his gift for melding pleasure with a crazed torment that sent me hurtling into an unspeakable ecstasy.
I licked my lips to tease him. “Death by fucking.”
“The last time you spoke those words I locked you away and applied three days of hard therapy. So watch yourself.”
