Page 40 of Enraptured

“Dance with me?”

“How can I say no to that? Do you know we’ve never danced together?”

Taking her champagne glass from her hand, I place it down, leading my beautiful dove into the music room. Two cellists, a violinist and a harpist all strum Christmas melodies as I take her in my arms.

“I always loved this time of year.”

She doesn’t mean to, but when she talks about her past it pricks my heart. I tug her closer, gently brushing my hips against hers as we sway to the music. “You’re stunning tonightagápe.” My hands lightly run down the back of her hunter green velvet dress, nudging her hips even closer to mine.

She stands up on the tippy-toes of her heels and nips my ear. “Take me to the dungeon Christos. I’ve been a bad, bad girl.”

“Eh? What did you do?”

“I’ve been riding Simone.” My hand stills where I was rubbing her hips.

“No.”

“Yes. When you left for London on business. I snuck out to the barn and tacked her up. I’m not afraid. It wasn’t her fault.”

“Theos! Your ribs are barely healed.”

“That’s not all. I took my ring out and didn’t tell you.”

“What?”

“I want your baby, Christos. Put your baby in me.”

Fuck. I’m hard, picturing all the ways I could plant my seed deep inside this woman. My cock twitches in my pants. I want to punish her and impregnate her at the same time. “Maybe someday. But I…I wouldn’t want to pass on what I have to a child.”

“You won’t.”

“I might.”

“No. It’s too rare. Give me a family Christos. You took mine away.”

I suck in my breath. My dove knows how to fight dirty. But how can I expect anything less? I trained her well. “Are you already pregnant?”

“No. I wouldn’t make that decision for the two of us. My ring actually was old and needed to come out.”

“No sex tonight then,eh? Is that my punishment.”

“There are condoms downstairs.”

My dick is steel as she slips her hand between us, stroking me through my pants. My eye’s shut. My body shudders. My mind starts imagining all the ways I could punish my dove in Alex’s dungeon. Fuck it. “Let’s go.”

With her hand securely in mine, I lead her through the elaborate mansion, down narrow marble halls until we reach a solid oak door. I rap my knuckles twice and the butler unlocks it from the other side. “Welcome Mr. Devillo.”

“Alex has a flare for the dramatic,” I tell her as we descend curved stone steps where lit torches provide the only light.

“It’s sexy. I’m frightened, but yet I’m not because I’m with you.”

I pause. “Tonight, we’ll have a safe word. Just this once. Just here.”

“Dark Star.”

“That’s two words.”

She rolls her eyes at me, “Deal.”

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