Page 20 of Chandelier Sin
“That’s none of your business.”
He chuckled as though that’s all he needed to work it out.
Maybe he’d glimpsed what I craved—him.
During our session there would be no afflicting of bruises. No violence, no cruelty, just a passion game of dominance.
He dragged his teeth across his bottom lip as though sensing my obsession with needing to be controlled, only on my terms.
A Dominatrix would never have returned to stand in the shadow of a man like him.
His brows arched to mock me.
I started to walk away, not wanting him to see my uncertainty.
“Not so fast.” He grabbed my wrist and his fingers wrapped tight around my bracelet. “I’m not done with you.”
The way he held me ignited that part of me I held close, as though he’d read exactly what I needed to feel alive. A wave of vulnerability washed over me, as though in these passing seconds he continued to see through me.
His nostrils flared with arrogance. “You’re married to a VIP. A member who carries influence. Who?”
“The way you’re holding me is a death sentence.”
“Which you find alluring. Proving you have a kink for the dark side.”
True.
There was no denying I’d become accustomed to filthy games. Dark, terrible games. Or maybe I’d just succumbed to them because it meant survival.
“You’re comfortable with extreme luxury,” he said. “That ring is worth a fortune.”
“Maybe I was born into it.”
“You ordered a Bellini,” he said, his tone condescending. “You were a young bride who never grew up.”
“Fuck you.”
“Perhaps. If you’re lucky.”
“You think you’re so damned smart, but you know nothing of this place.”
“You’re bored. Which is why you sought me outagain. Because to you, I look like a good time.”
“You look like a threat,” I stabbed back.
“Glad you noticed.” He let go of my wrist.
It tingled at the loss of his touch.
I hated him for it, that he had the upper hand. He was foolishly arguing with the one woman who could get a man killed if it pleased her.
I raised my chin high. “If you pursue this reckless endeavor, it will end badly for you.”
“Well, there you are,” he said. “That’s what happens when a good man tries to save the world.”
“Then what are you doing here?” I snarled. “This place is a sanctuary.”
“Nice try.”
