Page 55 of Beautifully Ruined
“Consider it done.”
I send her academic records and experience, including the letters of recommendation to L.
“Impressive. I’ll be able to do this, no problems. But she has to blend in, not bring attention to herself. The congressman likes discreet, after the thing with his daughter going missing…”
“Sure. She’s done this before.”
“She worked for Stengal. That…”
“Wasn’t her fault.”
“No attention grabbing,” L says.
I’m amused.
How the fuck does someone as striking and singular as Violet blend in? She stands out in every possible way.
Honestly, I can’t believe she’s mine.
“That won’t be a problem,” I assure L. “No problem at all.”
Chapter Ten
VIOLET
I guessI asked for it, so I’m getting it. Cade owning me, treating me as his to take when he wants.
And I think he’s doing just that. He is showing me what is like to be free. To be with him the way I’d imagined and already had tastes of, ever since finding out who he was. The Ghost and Cade, cohesive as one.
It is fantasy without the games. He is hot, hard core in a way that gets my heart and libido wanting to burn down houses.
It’s strange…the thought of a man forcing me to give him a blow job isn’t really on my list of things I want to do.
Neither is humiliating myself by having to rub against his hand to try to get off.
Package that up in Cade’s dirty fantasy setting, and I’m getting wet thinking about it.
I almost blacked out that night, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat. I push my thighs together.
Cade is beyond hot. The man is fantasy come to life and to think he is The Ghost is…mind blowing whenever I stop and think about it.
The thing is, with Cade I have my safe word. I can use it if it pushes boundaries too much. If I’m scared, if I just want to stop.
He’ll act like I’m a toy, but then he makes me come.
My heart beats fast.
I want to push boundaries.
Last night, and the night before, he didn’t touch me other than hold me tight.
It was torture.
Tonight, though…
I’m determined to make it happen.
I look at my phone.
