Page 78 of Dance of Madness

I reach down and run my thumb over her chin, wiping the last traces of cum and spit from her flushed face.

She’s still on her knees, eyes hazy, lips parted, chest rising and falling.

And yet, she’s still looking at me like she wants more.

The good news is,she’s fucking going to get it.

I tuck my cock back into my pants, zip up, then lower myself to my haunches as I cup her cheek.

“I assume,” I murmur, my eyes locked on hers, “that last time, when youdidn’tshow up, it was because you were annoyed with me for not letting you come.”

Her breath catches.

“That's no longer an issue, is it.”

She shakes her head, looking dazed.

“Good.”

I lean down and press my mouth to her ear.

“Tomorrow night. Greymoor. Eleven sharp.”

She shudders.

“Don’t be late, princess. Anddo notstand me up again.”

I straighten up and take one last look at her—panties still around her thighs, bra pushed up, dress on the floor, lips swollen.

Then I turn and walk out without saying goodbye.

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I think I want to give up control.

Not in the cute, flirty way. Not the “tie me up a little” way. I mean really give it up. Well, to be specific (and maybe a little graphic…), have it taken from me by force.

I want to be used.

Which sounds so fucking wrong. And I’d never in a million years tell anyone about it in real life because it makes me sound like some kind of turbo slut.

Me. The virgin.

I hate this about myself. I hate that it’s in my head and won’t get out. I hate how much I want it.

Don’t judge me.

(But I know you won’t.)

-Me

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MILENA

I don’t knowwhat the fuck I’m doing here.

Okay, Ido,it’s just that my brain is still trying to figure outwhy.

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