Page 40 of Behind the Scenes
“You already see me too well,” she murmured. “And you still try to fight this? Try to push my buttons in hopes of… what, exactly? No matter how much you try, I’d never hurt you.”
“But you want to,” I whispered.
A smile pulled at her lips.
“Only if you want me to and ask me to, darling. I love you. Others, though? I can’t tell you the rage that ran through me when I saw the state of our room. How some stupid,insignificantperson tried to ruin the beautiful stay I planned for us.”
I love you.
The words caused a shot of ice to run down my spine.
When was the last time someone said that to me?I couldn’t remember.
“What if it was one of your fans?” I ventured. “You’d still hurt them?”
Her eyes trailed across my face.
“I don’t care who it was,” she said. “I’ll find them and make them pay for it.”
“Even something as small as?—”
“Anything regardingyouis not small. They wanted to upset us. Maybe even had hopes that you would hurt yourself on the millions of glass shards.Thatis unacceptable to me. How would I be able to just sit there and watch as your skin broke for someone so unworthy?”
I swallowed the knot in my throat, but still no words came to mind. I was pulled in by her brown eyes. The threat in them.
She meant her words.
“Why are you so obsessed with me?”
They were the wrong words to ask a psychopath, or at least that was what my gut told me. But curiosity outweighed all my instincts, including the survival one, apparently.
“Look at you,” she whispered and let her hand trail from my cheek to my neck. Shivers broke out on my skin wherever she touched. “You’re beautiful. Strong. Dedicated. What’s there not to love about you?”
“Some people find it overbearing. Too much,” I noted, my voice hitching toward the end as her hand trailed the collar of my shirt.
“Like that bastard, Lenard?”
It came out as a question, but I knew there was no point in answering. She spoke about him like she already knew everything there was to know.
She probably does.
“I love seeing you in your element. Love seeing how you control everyone around you, make them bend to your will.”
“Will you?” I asked. The forbidden question sent a thrill through me. “Bend to my will?”
“I’ll give you everything and anything you’ve ever yearned for, my love. I’ll be at your feet, giving you pleasure you never imagined. And one day, you may just relinquish a little bit of that control when you realize just how good it feels to let go with someone who can take care of you.”
Someone who can take care of you.
I was no saint. I wasn’t shy. I had experienced sex clubs, one-night stands, hookups, sex in many ways with many different people. But for some reason, the rawness of her voice caused my face to heat. There was a fearlessness to her words. Like she was finally letting me glimpse the beast she was holding back.
She talked about whatIyearned for… But what about her?
The answer was clear in her hungry eyes.
Me. She yearns for me.
And it felt pretty damn good to be wanted that badly.
