Page 120 of Goldsin

“Let me go, Julian,” she hisses, squirming as she tries to loosen my grip. But the more she brushes her body over mine, the more I don’t want to let go.

I tighten my hold on her.

“You’re going to listen to me.” I lean closer. “You’re not going to kill Victoria tomorrow night. If you try, you’ll have me to deal with.”

Her eyes flicker back and forth between mine. “No.”

“I’ll spell it out for you.” My free hand threads in her velvet hair, and I yank her face to the side before whispering in her ear. “You can’t kill Victoria, because there’s so much more going on here than you realize.” My voice is low but crisp enough for her one-track mind to understand. “Your actions could cause a domino effect that would destroy everything the Inferno Consortium has worked for.”

“There is nothing you can say that will make me listen to you.”

“Is that so?” I stare into her eyes then shove her backward until her back hits the floor-to-ceiling window. Air leaves her lips, and I use her dazed appearance to rip the curtains and bind her wrists, securing them to the railing above her head.

“Julian! What are you doing? Untie me right now!”

I ignore her.

Taking a step back, I admire her all tied up.

She sways left and right, putting force into untying her wrists. But the movement only serves to make my dick harden as her shirt rises, revealing more of her skin. She’s standing on her toes. This position elongates her body, showing me more of her that I never considered branding as mine.

Her struggled noises echo throughout the room, a symphony of deprived need and hidden necessity.

She likes it.

Giving her my back, I rummage around the place. “See, this is what happens when you don’t obey me,” I tease as I pick up a bottle of body oil from her vanity and a scarlet feather bookmark lying on the floor next to the navy book she hurled at me.

“Really?” Her eyes narrow at the items in my hand. “You’re going to threaten me with a feather and some coconut oil?” she scoffs.

I chuckle at how naïve she is. She has no idea what I have in store for her, and I can’t wait to put that smart mouth of hers to better use.

With the items in hand, I ignore her comment andmove around the bed. Kneeling at her nightstand, I open the drawer and pick an old metal comb from inside.

“Julian, what are you doing?”

I’m ready to ensure that you will never defy me again.

But first we need an audience.

Walking over to the window, I open the other curtains, making sure what I’m about to do to her is visible from the outside.

“You know.” I stand in front of her, making a scene of sliding my eyes down her body with tantalizing slowness. “As much as I enjoy seeing my shirt hugging those perky tits, I need it out of the way.”

In a second my shirt is lying at her feet. In pieces. She squeaks in surprise, sprouting one question after another, while I intentionally focus on my next move, ignoring her countless questions.

The lid of the body oil joins my shirt on the floor as I let the liquid drip down her naked body, cascading between her breasts until it dips between her legs. Fingers twitching, I follow the trail, spreading the oil over both her nipples, swirling and pinching as she arches her body toward my touch.

Silently begging me for more.

“See, you should learn to do what I say.” I slap her left breast, and a moan heaves out from between her parted lips. “Or I’ll be forced to take something else from you each time you disobey.”

I pull the old metal comb from my pocket, twirling it between my fingers before pulling out my lighter. Her eyes round as she watches the flame flicker to life, dancing before the comb as I hold itover it.

The silvery leaves adorning the antique comb turn a bronze shade before igniting into a ruby red. I keep the flame on it until the prongs are a scorching branding iron.

Color drains from her face.

“Don’t worry, golden one,” I whisper with a sinister smirk. “I’m not inconsiderate. I promise I’ll make you come.”

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