Page 52 of Pandora's Pleasure
I shot him a glare. “You know this is not the world I come from.”
“Second mistake, you’re still speaking. Which offends me.”
I slapped my hand to mouth to stop myself from interrupting.
He pushed off and strolled toward me. “This chamber has rules. You broke all of them.”
I averted my eyes, aware of him kneeling before me, sensing his dangerous demeanor. He even seemed to dominate the air I had to breathe.
His hand reached between my thighs and he touched me. I jolted when his fingertip brought an instant of bliss as he stroked my sex. Then he pulled away to examine the sticky wetness on the tip of his fingers with curiosity, rubbing the thickness between his thumb and forefinger like a teacher grading a task.
Reaching for me again, he cupped my pussy, his firm hand pressing against my softness. “I shouldn’t have had to wait for this. You’ve been mine for months.”
“Let’s make it special between us,” I said breathlessly.
“It’s my understanding that you’re here for a different kind of special, true?” His thumb grazed my clit.
I shuddered as his fingers slid along my wetness.Oh,it felt so good. My feelings were gliding between affection and wanting him to be the man I’d imagined he was.
“So wet.” His finger flicked my clit.
I flinched forward.
“Good girl.” A nod, hinting I’d passed a test.
He pushed to his feet and stared down at me, looking intrigued.
I reached for his zipper.
“Another rule broken.”
I let my hands fall to my thighs with my palms facing up. “I thought you might like it.”
“What do you want?”
“My wish is to be taken by you.”
“Are you hoping that will work in your favor?”
I looked away, considering how to answer his question. Damien was Yale-smart, and street-smart, too. He’d know I was lying if I denied it.
“This room,” I whispered. “It’s like a womb.”
His sternness softened for a beat. “Scared?”
I leaped to my feet and hurried over to the bed, reaching for one of the chains lying there and slipping my wrist through the metal cuff. “This is what I want.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“I thought wearing this—” My free hand reached for the pendant— “might get your attention. Persuade you to help me and my family. But now I find myself not caring about any of it.”
“Tell me who the necklace came from.”
“I promised not to say.”
“Madeline Rhodes?” He studied me carefully.
If I said yes,I’d be breaking a confidence.
