Page 45 of Sinful Chains

“How long do you think you can last like this?”

He blinked slowly. “As long as it pleases you, Princess.”

A wicked smile crossed my face as I pulled a chair over, stopping right in front of him. His eyes followed my movements as I sat, his disappointment palpable when I crossed my legs.

“I could make you wait all night.”

He nodded.

“But I want something from you,” I murmured. “And I don’t want you to tell me no.”

“I’ll never tell you no,” he said, rough and deep.

I stared at him, really seeing him, knowing what he was saying was the truth, and yet I was still nervous. I wanted something he hadn’t been willing to give. I’d been worried about the financial piece, but maybe this would be the thing that pushed him over his limit.

“Tell me why you do it.”

Just like that, the tension returned to his face through his clenched jaw and tight lips. A shadow passed over his expression. He wanted to tell me no, but he couldn’t. He was bound and at my mercy. He couldn’t deny me.

He swallowed hard. “That’s really what you want? That would please you?”

I nodded slowly, and he sighed, realizing his hands were tied. Literally and figuratively.

“Fuck.” He flexed his fingers like it would give him some relief. “Alright. I do it for a few reasons. First off, the money is good.”

That surprised me more than it probably should have. Professors don’t make enough to live the kind of life Storm did. The designer suits, luxury car, trips, constant dining out, and, of course, being financially dominated. That was probably the most expensive kink a man could have.

“Also,” he continued, “it was something the four of us shared.”

Like women, I thought.

“It probably won’t make any sense to you, but the bond we have…it got stronger through blood." His eyes flashed with something dark. "Other peoples’ blood.”

I stared, waiting.

“And lastly…there are people in this world who don’t belong here,” he finally said. “We don’t decide that. We just aid in their removal. Deliver the consequences.”

His honesty was unnerving, but there was also something almost…poeticin the way he talked about it.

“You know what?” He shook his head. “I forgot one.”

I leaned forward.

“I also do it because I can,” he said, nostrils flaring. “Because I have that power. And I’mgoodat it.”

His gaze intensified as he waited. He wanted to know if I was pleased. And strangely, I was. The unabashed way he delivered that last point left me feeling disturbingly aroused.

But I wasn’t going to tell him that.

It wouldn’t be that easy.

“I agree that some people don’t deserve to share the world with the rest of us," I said. "But what about some poor woman whose husband wants her dead for the insurance money?"

He shook his head. “No women or children. Ever.”

“Then vice versa.”

He shrugged. “That ain’t my business.”

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