Page 93 of Chandelier Enthralled
“Leave now, and maybe I’ll let you come back when the place is…mine.”
“What?”
“I’m buying Pendulum.” He watched my reaction and seemed to draw pleasure from it.
“You’re buying a…” My mouth went dry.
“It’s not a place you want to get caught trespassing.”
“Aren’t you secretly proud of me for finding my way inside?”
“I’m actually scared for you.” He shrugged. “The allure of the forbidden, Willa? Is that what this is? Under the guise of a story.”
“Show me around. What would be the worst thing I’d see?”
He gave me a wicked smile. “Everyone staring at you being fucked. Hard.”
“By you?” My jaw dropped in mock horror.
He caressed his brow in frustration. I’d shown him his intimidation wouldn’t work.
“I see right through you,” he said.
“What do you see?”
“You’re intrigued by the scene.” He looked at me intently. “You crave a sexual adventure. You tell yourself it’s all about journalistic integrity, but really, you crave what we offer.”
“We?”
“Continue with this and I will spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week.”
“That’s assault.”
“Slapping your cunt at the same time, and then making you come, is pure pleasure.”
“With consent,” I jabbed back.
“That’s why this place is dangerous, Willa.”
The way he said my name caused me to draw in a sharp breath, as though he’d spanked my clit, causing me to shudder. It was the way he teased me with stern words, the way he thought it was fine to say these things to me.
Even with this space between us, his ability to make my body react was remarkable.
His charisma was mesmerizing.
Greyson’s commanding confidence exuded the presence of an alpha—an aura Hugo could never match. Next to him, Hugo seemed boyish.
My fingers caressed my lips, recalling our kiss back at the hotel, and I hoped that maybe he’d kiss me like that again.
Greyson lunged forward and stomped his foot.
Spooked, I leaped back, heart thundering.
He took another step towards me and my back hit the wall. I blinked up at him, flirting with this tall devil.
“Enjoying the thrill?” He snarled at my show of vulnerability.
I was clearly turned on by his play of words.
