Page 139 of Chandelier Sin
“You’re a monster. Just like them.” She looked toward the hallway. “I believed you were different, Atticus.”
“You don’t know me,” I said. “But I know you. And I know what you need.”
“You may think you do—”
“You’re wet. Your cunt desperately wants attention. Because of me.”
She exhaled,sounding breathless.
“I can read what I do to you, and you’ve disobeyed me for the last time.”
“Can’t wait to see what they do to you.”
“They’ll offer me the world.”
“You’re delusional.”
“Yet you remain in this room. With me.”
“Don’t.”
“When I ask you to kneel, you kneel.”
She remained standing with a flirtatious fluttering of her eyelashes. “Leave, while you still can.”
“You seem confused about who is giving the orders.”
If she knelt, that would carry her consent. Or perhaps she’d choose to exit the room and never look back, never think of me again—if that was even possible. But I saw her desire and her obsession for me reflected in her soulful eyes.
She could have me right here and now. The choice was hers.
“I won’t take you by force.”
“Then you’ll have to find another way to dominate me.”
“I will be the storm you don’t see coming. A gathering darkness that swallows the stars.” I stepped closer. “It’s me you need to fear.”
“I still choose…” She sounded breathless and aroused. “You.”
“It will be rough,” I said, trying to confirm she understood my terms, and needing to hear she accepted what I offered within these fleeting minutes of us being alone.
“You’re the only one I trust. What does that say about me?” She shook her head, pressing her fingers to her rouged mouth, as though shocked at the words she was saying. “I’m yours.”
“Your pussy is mine.”
She gave me a teasing glance and turned away.
I reached out and grabbed her by the arm, spinning her around to face me in a violent show of force. Holding her in place, my mouth moved close to hers, dominating her.
She had to know.
We burned too fiercely together to be denied. Our scorching passion was too terrible and white-hot to be ignored.
This kind of treatment was her love language, the only way to save her. Until there came a point in time where I could show Eve there was another way.
A moan escaped her pouty mouth.
Her desire would soon reach a crescendo. I could tell by her rapid breathing, her slack mouth that needed kissing, and her eyes that begged for what I offered in the stolen moments between us.
