Page 123 of Enthrall Ecstasy
“I’ll visit.”
“I want to please you.”
“Then please Grantchester, Rue. That is how you please me.” I brushed a strand of hair out of her face. “Perhaps Sinclair is more your type?”
She pursed her lips, frustrated with how the conversation was going.
Rue wanted me.
And my cock wanted her.
And my heart was warning me that I was close to demanding I be the one to possess her.
Back in Imperial, I’d ruminated on how it would feel to lose her. I’d reassured myself that I could keep my emotions separate from my actions.
“You must be hungry?” I said. “We skipped dinner.”
Her smile widened, letting me know it had been worth it to skip a meal at Imperial—exchanging it for something else entirely.
She was no different than the others.
This lie sat like a rock in my chest.
I’d grown fond of her.
Not fond, no. Something more intense, something tangible, something…
There was a knock at the door.
“I’ll get that,” I said, pushing up.
“I’m not ready,” said Rue.
“You’re ready when I say you are.”
I left her there and closed the door behind me.
Rue wants you to be the one.
I knew it. Of course, I did. I’d been in denial while running that bath for her.
Leaving the discussion unfinished felt wrong.
She deserved my time.
Letting her soak in the tub would give her time to think about how much she’d enjoyed her brief time with Grantchester.
Could I bring myself to hand her over to him?
At the other end of the bedroom, Scarlet Winters beckoned. Our former senior Dominatrix never seemed to age.
She visited the dungeons here with her husband Ethan. They kept their visits private because he was a D.A. and dabbling in BDSM wouldn’t go over well with the public.
Scarlet looked stunning in a Prada suit. She looked stunning in anything, really. All that long, dark hair and post-baby softness.
“Hey,” I said.
“Surprise!”
