Page 68 of Chandelier Sin
“Where’s your compassion?” she bit out.
“I treated Ben. We agreed that, afterward, you would be compliant.”
“The exact word you used wasown,” she said bitterly. “You told me you’d own me.”
“And now I do.”
“Go on then, fuck me.”
“Would you like that?”
“I knowyouwould.”
“Give me your consent and I’ll give you the world.”
“Consent?”
“Yes, of course.”
She looked around, surprised, as though in her imagination she’d already run through a scenario where I took her against her will.
“I’m no less a monster,” I said, smirking. “I’ll just be your monster.”
She mulled that over. “What do you want to do to me?”
“How much pleasure can you endure?”
A ripple of laughter, and then her confused expression faded. “Show me.”
“In here?”
“Take me, in the way you say you would.” Her words were like a river of liquid gold, flowing with allure.
“You don’t deserve me,” I said quietly, watching her reaction, gauging submissive qualities.
“Please, Atticus.”
The sound of my name upon her tongue, that whisper, was a melody dancing, like a sweet summer breeze.
“When I choose to fuck you, it will be long and hard, and you will scream my name so loud everyone will hear it. I don’t recommend we do that here.”
Why, yes, I’d just offered to fuck a woman only feet away from her arms dealer husband’s office door. The risk, the resulting thrill, caused ecstasy to rush though my veins like I’d mainlined danger.
“Kiss me again, at least,” she whispered.
“You kissed me.”
She let out a frustrated sigh. “You’re despicable.”
“I’m flattered.”
“Look at you, you…”
“Go on.”
Her nipples had beaded beneath the material, proving her arousal. She followed my line of sight to her breasts and then raised her accusing gaze to me. “You’re the filthy one.”
“Can be. When you’ve shown you’re a submissive who deserves a hard, long fuck, you may experience me.”
