Page 65 of Enthrall Climax
“Cameron, help me out here. I need to get my head around this.”
“Ask me anything you want.”
“I’m not even sure if I want that stuff in my head.” He pointed at me. “You don’t deserve her. If you treat Mia like that ever again you will answer to me.”
Running my fingers through my hair, I worked through how best to respond. A week ago I’d stood at the foot of the bed and felt a drastic change come over me. My BDSM days were potentially over, so us having this conversation now felt like old news.
“What kind of psychological damage have you done?”
“Henry, please.” I stepped toward him. “Tell me who’s been saying these things to you.”
He stormed off without looking back.
“We need to talk about this,” I called after him.
He paused in the doorway. “I don’t know you at all.”
I watched him go.
Henry wouldn’t know, couldn’t know, that I’d saved Richard’s life with these techniques.Hell, I’d never performed any session without consent.
Other than the one with Mia, but she’d come out of that dungeon a changed woman, free from her past and already blossoming into the remarkable woman she was today. Mia had once believed she’d been the cause of her mother’s death, those tainted memories haunting her since she was fourteen.
It had taken hours of study of her childhood in Charlotte, and the kind of precision analysis that Freud himself had utilized, to reveal those subconscious myths. Mia had suppressed the cruelest memories and twisted them into another reality, then shoved what really happened so deep not even she could recall it.
This work was an exact science. What I had done was break her down in order to explore her shadow complex, using her authenticity as a mirror, setting her soul free from the pain that bound her to the past. The sessions had been intense…even cruel. But I’d balanced them with blinding pleasure to ease her through them. Her reward for enduring her captivity was a well-lived life.
She’d willingly stepped into that dungeon. The promise of breaking out of her chrysalis was too tempting an offer; though she’d had no reasonable grasp of the method, I admit to that.
This was my truth, my reality.
Doubt crept in where it had never been before, and watching Henry storm away with disgust, I’d never felt more like a monster than I did now.
Yeah, fucking great, here was that earthquake I’d subconsciously predicted. With my head bowed I made my way out and changed back into my jeans and sweater. I didn’t want to stay here one more second.
Maybe I’d even talk to Mia about all this.
Halfway to my Ducati motorbike, my phone rang and Shay’s number came up. I froze, staring at the screen hoping he wasn’t the one whispering crap about me. No doubt he was holding a grudge after I’d told him I needed more time to decide whether or not to hold a session with him. This last hour had tainted my mood. What had almost become ayesto a session had since clicked over to afuck, no.
I answered my phone. “Cole.”
“Got the results on the cake,” Shay’s voice faded in and out. “It wasn’t poisoned, but the order did track back to The Dionysus Club.”
“Who sent it?”
“We go back to the club together, okay? If that’s your plan.”
I rolled my eyes. “Who the fuck is messing with me?”
The call dropped and I glared at the screen.
SEE BEYOND THE ORDINARY.
Read the omens. Examine the clues. This is what Cameron had taught me and this is what had brought me to The Chatwal Hotel in the heart of Manhattan’s Theatre District.
Shewas here…McKenzie Carlton, my fiancé’s ex-girlfriend, who had inflicted more damage to his psyche than Cameron cared to admit. She’d swept into his life and devastated it.
“Your intuition will direct you,”Cameron had once told me.“You won’t always understand at first what it’s communicating, but follow it, follow your intuition. Trust that feeling.”
