Page 140 of Legacy
She shakes her head immediately.
“No! God, no. Never. He’s always very careful with me, worshipful. But sometimes—” She pauses, tilts her head like she’s debating how graphic to be, “—sometimes he gets carried away. And I like it.”
I stare at her.
This ethereal, too-beautiful-for-reality girl talking about being manhandled by her husband like it’s a love language.
And I hate how it rattles me.
Not because I’m scandalized. But because a very traitorous part of me remembers what that kind of surrender feels like. To be so wanted that bruises don’t feel like harm—they feel like proof.
My hand grazes my neck.
I look away, swirling the last of my drink.
“So what happened?” I ask before I can stop myself. “The one on your shoulder is fresh.”
She grins, cheeks still flushed.
“I may have said something bratty. He may have used his mouth as punishment.”
Dios
She says it with a giggle like it’s gossip, not erotica. Like she didn’t just rewrite the wiring in my spine.
“Don’t look at me like that!” she squeaks. “You asked!”
“I’m not judging. My brother owns a BDSM club and I use to date a Dom, I was just curious.”
“A Dom? Wow that’s adventurous,” she smiles her eyes flashing excitedly.
I freeze.
The air shifts.
A voice that could strip paint—let alone peel back a moment like this speaks up.
“What’s adventurous?” Santo asks walking up.
Of course he heard that.
Vasilisa doesn’t even flinch, just turns and lights up like he hung the damn moon. “Oh! Adriana dated a Dom.”
I nearly choke.
Santo blinks.
Hard.
His jaw ticks once like his brain just bluescreened and needs to reboot.
Vasilisa, still beaming, adds helpfully, “You know, like in BDSM.”
He doesn’t say a word.
Just slowly drags his gaze to me like I summoned a demon and now he’s stuck trying to exorcise it.
My skin lights up like it’s been set on fire.
