Page 128 of Goldsin

Now we wait as the clothes lead her to me.

I watch the bedroom door, ajar, with bated breath. The spot I’m sitting in will give me the perfect view of her when she walks in, and it’ll let her spot me immediately.

“Well, well,” I hear her drawl right behind the door before she pushes it open. “You really took ‘makeyourself comfortable’ to heart, didn’t you?” My underwear gets wrapped around her fingers as she waves it like a trophy. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“I hope you don’t mind,” I say before curling my lips, letting her bask for a few more seconds in the delusion she’s created for tonight. Then, when I think enough time has passed, my smile falls. Arms spread on the armrests, I order, “Put my underwear in your mouth.”

Victoria’s expression falters. She wasn’t expecting the sudden shift in my tone. “Excuse me?” Her eyes narrow as she tries to process my change in attitude.

“Put. It. In. Your. Mouth.”

This is how it should start, with degradation. Just like how her mother treated mine.

One breath.

Another.

“Fine,” she huffs, rolling her eyes as she stuffs her mouth with myLa Perlalace.

Just having her wrapped around my fingertips, following my orders, sends an electric current of power through my body. I can’t wait to do to her what her mother did to mine.

“Strip,” I order next, “and crawl to me.”

What little playfulness remained within her vanishes at my command. Her eyes narrow with rage, body tensing for a split second. A spark of worry ignites in my stomach, but I try to maintain my self-control and not let her notice it.

“Suit yourself.” My voice is cold and unbothered.

Deciding to push my luck, I fix my gaze on hersand slowly part my legs, enough to reveal just a hint of my nakedness. A tease. Bait.

Her tight expression loosens. She trails her gaze down to my parted legs. I can see her resolve vanishing as the seconds tick by. I know I have her wrapped around my little finger. She just needs a push.

“Strip.”

She raises her eyes back to mine. I let a challenging smirk stretch my lips, and her eyes glow with the invitation to be dominated. She’s loving this.

Unbuttoning her white shirt, she lets it fall. Then she takes the underwear out of her mouth, letting her next words reach my ears.

“Didn’t expect you to be this slutty ...” She wets her lips. “But then again, you are the golden one of the Inferno Consortium. Guess people-pleasing is what you do best.”

She drops her beige pants, putting the underwear back in her mouth, eager for what’s to come.

The muscles in my jaw twitch at what she said. Even now, as I treat her with inferiority, she still thinks less of me. A burning desire to shatter her illusion and prove her wrong gnaws at me.

Just as she’s about to crawl up to me, I tsk loudly, letting the sound bounce off the walls.

“I said, strip naked and then crawl.”

Her nostrils flare, probably hating being told what to do.

Without me having to tell her twice, she unclips her bra and steps around her underwear. Then, on all fours, she makes her way toward me.

Vulnerable. Laid bare before me.

She looks good. I won’t lie. Her body is fit. Long, lean legs and a toned stomach, with boobs bigger than a handful. But as I look at her, I can’t stop myself from wondering if Julian has ever seen her like this. On her knees for him. Black eyes looking up from under her long lashes. Mouth parted, waiting?—

“Didn’t expect you to be into this kind of kink.” Her voice breaks the images forming in the back of my mind.

She’s between my parted legs, long fingernails digging slightly into my thighs as the underwear that was in her mouth now dangles from her pinkie.

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