Page 70 of Goldsin

Then the sensation of the flat iron slipping beneath my towel breaks the moment. Bursts it as it edges closer to the sensitive flesh between my thighs.

I’m caught off-guard.

He’s still watching me through the mirror as a soft moan escapes my lips. The flat iron flickers over my clit, the sensation stopping medead. Not alive. Fucking dead.

“What are you doing?” I pant, unable to control my breathing as I lose it with each tantalizing touch.

He continues to tease me, circling around my clit. “Consider this a punishment.”

I’m delirious. I must be, because I laugh at his words. Then I choke back the sound as the flat iron grazes my clit. I bite my lower lip.

“This doesn’t really feel like a punishment.” Desire builds inside of me, but I try to suppress it.

It’s useless.

I tilt my head back just a little as I run my eyes hungrily over Julian’s body.

His dark hair is combed back. One strand falls over his ghostly eyes. Veins protrude from his forearm, mingling with the snake tattoo, as his hand moves beneath the towel.

And this raw need to run my nails down his toned chest invades my mind. I want to hear him hiss with pleasure. I want his hands on me instead of the metal circling my clit.

My focus shifts the moment heat appears between my legs. But this isn’t caused by my arousal. This is something else. This is?—

My eyes dart to the plug still connected to the wall. All the feelings and sensations stemming from him, fogging my reasoning, vanish. Reality settles deep within me. He may have broken it in half, but the thing is still functioning. The inner part of the flat iron is still scorching-hot.

Panic surges through me as I try to take a step away from him. But Julian anticipates my move, snaking his arm around my waist and pulling me back tight against his chest, leaving me feeling trapped, defeated, andwetfor him.

“Going somewhere?” His lips graze the shell of my ear. “Master says you must be more obedient.”

I lose sense of time.

I swear I’m choking on air.

“Good little gift.” Julian whispers venom.

My mother’s words jab at my insides.“I thought he loved me. That I was his little gift. That’s what he called me when I pleasured him right.”

“Now, answer me, who is Master? Why were you holding onto that page at Victoria’s cabin? Why did you kill DeMarco?”

How did he get the page?

How much does he already know?

I force myself to remember what’s written on that specific page, but the panic eating at me is too strong.

His grip around my waist tightens. “The run’s over. No more lies.” The heat from the flat irongrows more intense where it lingers between my thighs. “Tell me, golden one.” His voice is soft. A creepy kind of soft. “Tell me everything.”

I’m losing time. How much longer can I evade his questions?

I take a deep breath, the flat iron an impending threat. In no time I’ll feel its seething burn. But I’m not scared. I’ll welcome the pain. I’ll do anything to prevent him from finding out the truth.

His eyes move to the rise of my chest. Then he tsks.

And my body grows cold.

His breath is hot against my ear. “Such a paradox.” The hand between my thigh twitches. “A killer who cares about other people’s suffering.”

Something pokes at my back.

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