Page 57 of Lethal Torture
Fuuuck!
There’s a long mirror in the corner of that room. The decorator thought I’d like it. I don’t, but I had better things to do than worry about returning a mirror, so I shoved it out of the way and promptly forgot about it, since I always use the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the bathroom anyway.
Except the morning Luke broke in, when I was sprawled across the bed with a vibrator in my hand.
That damned mirror was the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes, Zin, wasn’t it? Remember how stupid you felt when you saw what a mess you were?
Flushed face, tangled hair, and eyes still lost in whatever craziness had overtaken me. I caught one glimpse of my reflection and wrenched myself firmly back under control.
But the camera had been trained on that mirror for every moment of my frenzied, wild ride to vibetown.
Did he watch?
The dark thrill is instant and savage.
Did he know I was behind that closed door with one hand on my nipple and the other between my legs?
The thought of him standing on the other side of that door, close enough to hear me moan, makes me swell instantly. I squirm on the seat, the friction of the leather suddenly unbearably stimulating.
Did he know that theentire time the vibrator was inside me I was imagining it was his cock instead?
Even the thought of it cripples me with desire, hungry for his touch.
What would those huge, calloused hands feel like between my legs? On my breasts?
The breath hitches in my throat.
Did he listen to me come?
I freeze.
My eyes fly up to the rearview mirror.
Luke is staring straight at me.
In the sudden flare of passing headlights, his turquoise eyes gleam, like some dangerous jungle predator lying in wait.
He knows.
Luke saw every minute of that entire performance. He knows exactly how turned on I was, how out of control.
And he knows exactly fucking why.
Worse, now he knows thatIknow.
I shut the laptop down and toss it carelessly over the barrier between us. It falls onto the seat next to him. “Looks fine,” I say, proud of how steady my voice is.
Luke holds my eyes in the mirror for a long moment.
Then he turns back to the drive.
I settle back into my seat, the pulse between my legs throbbing so heavily it’s almost unbearable.
The game has changed.
And suddenly, I’m not sure at all how I want to play it.
Then again, Luke has made his position very clear.
