Page 144 of Chandelier Sin
“What does he have on you?” I threw in one last Hail Mary.
“Everything,” she whispered.
“You’re going to stay, aren’t you?” I asked quietly. “Even after I told you what he’s going to do to you. In front of everyone.”
“I don’t need anyone to save me,” she said faintly.
I had never feared evil.
To me, it was a thing of fascination, a lavish toy to be played with and a thing to destroy.
What I feared was seeing evil have its claws in her.
We stood at the edge of a precipice, gazing into the abyss. As though hellish flames danced and flickered below us, casting their eerie glow.
Eve refused to follow me into the light, and now I had no choice but to face the inferno myself.
“Come,” I ordered. “Come hard and long for me.”
My beautiful, sweet Eve.
Let me give you this at least.
She groaned her pleasure, her pussy clenching me with a fervent insistence, a squeezing of her channel to hold my cock prisoner, her desire possessive, her brilliant hold equal to what I desired to give.
Everything.
I pounded her like a piston as though that was the key to freeing her.
This beautiful woman was coming and coming undone, her climax powerful, stealing her breath, her body going rigid, and then becoming weak and boneless against me—surrendering completely.
I watched her, holding back words like they’d poison our oxygen, waiting to be inhaled by a woman who was beginning to trust me.
She would never know I was superior to her when it came toharnessing the nature of evil, exquisite in its appearance and seductive in its sensibilities. I would play with it for a while, play with her, the delicious allure of debauchery too great to refuse.
All for her, even though it would feel like betrayal.
I withdrew from her body and eased her down, making sure she could stand. She could clean herself up later. No aftercare because that would show adoration.
And that she could never know.
Not yet anyway.
Stepping back, I zipped up my pants.
She offered a subtle smile that lingered on the edge of trust, weaving between contentment and confusion.
I could see it in her eyes, the moment she let the love in.
My love.
I had a soul-crushing realization that our future would be paved in misery, and we may not make it.
Nowwas the time for her slow agony to begin.
I saw no other way.
“You’re a good fuck,” I told her harshly.
