Page 94 of Chandelier Enthralled
He looked me up and down. “Submissive. Good for you.”
“It’s an outfit.”
“It’s permission.”
“To what?” But I already knew. My reckless fascination was clearly a hazard in a place like this.
“You think you’re chasing a story. But here, you are the story.”
“Not true.”
“Give it to me,” he demanded.
“What are you talking about?”
“I will search you.” His intense gaze said, “You have seconds in which to decide because I’ve lost all patience with you.”
I slid my hand into my bra and pulled out the tiny camera, opening my palm to reveal it.
“If they found that…” His face contorted in agony, and he took the camera away from me. “You’re a self-entitled young woman,” he said bitterly.
“And yet from the moment you met me, you wanted me.”
“You really believe that?”
“I saw it in your eyes. Desire.”
“You wouldn’t like my brand of desire, Willa.”
“Try me.”
“Is that an invitation?”
“Take me, Greyson.” The words slipped out like a prayer, because I knew if anyone could help me forget Hugo, this man could. Greyson would be the one to mark me even if it was just for a while—soften the memory of the other person who broke my heart into a thousand pieces.
His expression became unreadable.
I met his gaze. “What?”
“How dare you tease me with your ecstatic beauty.”
No one had ever spoken to me like this before.
Shivering, I felt an urgent need for him that blocked out this place and what it was, what it stood for. All I could see was him, a brilliant man who didn’t flinch when I walked in the room, a man who could hold his own and snap back at my retorts.
“What do you really want?” His jaw tensed.
My hands were already on the cups of my bodice, tugging it down, exposing my erect nipples, revealing the pinky aureoles that craved his touch—an invitation to him.
Greyson dragged his teeth along his bottom lip as he studied my breasts, giving away that he wanted to kiss me there, lick me… And then his gaze snapped up to meet mine.
I have to beg?
His hand reached out and wrapped around my throat. He squeezed, the pressure harsh and punishing, his touch warm and intense on my neck.
I felt vulnerable with my tits exposed.
A myriad of sensations washed over me as my legs weakened, followed by a rush of blood to my face and a burning in my throat, causing me to tremble. I imagined his hand twisting a nipple, making it harden.
