Page 96 of Chandelier Enthralled
I craved him, craved a forbidden affair with only him.
His eyelids looked heavy. “Be careful, the line between passion and recklessness is thinner than you think.”
“You hate me?” I stuttered.
He leaned in and his lips pressed to my forehead with a touch of kindness to complement his sensual grip on my throat.
I had become too aroused to think straight, to talk, or ask for anything but these passing seconds with him in this room.
I felt flooded with comfort as I tried to peer behind the veil of confusion, heart aching to be understood, to have my erotic needs deciphered by him.
I covered my other breast with my palm, suddenly feeling naked. “How do I become your submissive?”
“Never.”
“Why?”
“It’s an unvarnished experience. You will be stripped of more than just your clothes, you’d be stripped to the core of your humanness. Serving a Dom is a commitment forged in the crucible discipline. Training is relentless, designed so that you endure great pleasure. A constant life of multiple orgasms under the order of a master who understands and honors your boundaries.”
Oh, God.I wanted this. How could anyone not desirehim.
He brushed a strand of hair out of my eyes. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, but our paths can’t cross again.”
The air was heavy with the scent of incense seeping in from beneath the door. The expression in his eyes told me he knew what that scent meant. Something was happening out there.
Greyson stepped away and stalked to the other side of the room. He reached for a masquerade mask and dragged a cloak off the back of the chair and brought it over.
In silence, he helped me ease my bodice up over my breasts, the sensation causing a shiver of pleasure. He wrapped me in his cloak.
I felt relieved that it covered me completely.
He pulled my masquerade mask down to cover my face, standing close, his subtle cologne seeping into my senses, winding its way through my lungs and into my bloodstream—a potent aphrodisiac I’d never forget.
“I’m taking you home,” he whispered.
“To your place?” I braved to ask.
“Forget everything you have seen.”
“I’ll try,” I said breathlessly.
His stared across the room.
I stiffened, a primal tension coursing through me, a weight settling on my chest. It was fear suffocating me, tightening every muscle in its wake.
Jewel Hadley was standing there. It was strange to see her here, in a place like this, radiating a dangerous allure. A black gown clung to her form. Her ornate mask dangled from her manicured hand. It was a haunting masterpiece of gleaming blue lacquer.
Beneath the hem of her midnight-colored cloak, I saw the sharp glint of silver heels.
She used her mask to point at me. “Who is this?”
My hand shot up to my own mask, glad to be hidden by it, along with the cape that camouflaged my figure.
It would be a disaster if she recognized me.
“My new submissive,” said Greyson calmly.
“New?”
