Page 60 of Beautifully Ruined
It’s hot. It’s frightening. It’s ridiculous.
In reality, I don’t think he wants anyone else touching me. I don’t want any woman touching him but me, and I think I might take her down if this mythical, imaginary woman does just that.
“What are you smiling about?”
This time, I meet his gaze. “A group of men waiting outside the door you invited over.”
His eyes narrow. “That’s dirty talk, Vi. Any man touches you, and I kill him, understand? I’ll gut him. Feed him his own dick. Talk’s one thing, doing it is completely different.” He pauses. “Do you want that?”
“No.”
“Good.”
“But it goes both ways.”
Cade laughs. “My sweet Violet, I’m not fucking interested in any other women. I’m actually very picky.”
“Good.”
“Great. Now… Do you trust me?”
I nod.
He holds out his hand until I finally put mine in his. He helps me up and holds me steady until feeling returns and I regain my footing.
“Turn around.”
When I obey, he ties something over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. And then he slips something warm and soft and smelling just like him over my shoulders.
It’s his hoodie, I realize.
I’m engulfed in his heat and scent like I’m wrapped in him.
Vulnerable and protected. That’s how I feel.
“Remember your safe word.”
“Always.” But with him…I don’t need it. With him, I’m protected even when he is using me to his pleasure.
He leads me down the hall and out the door to the landing. He has the entire floor. And suddenly, I remember his neighbors on the other floors. And panic scrabbles at me.
Someone might see me.
I start to tug at the hoodie.
“I don’t think so,” he says. “Leave it.”
“But…”
“But what? You have one word you’re allowed to say.”
I nod, but he doesn’t move.
“What is it, Vi?”
“It’s cement.”
He takes my hair, pulling it back, pressing my naked flesh against him, clothes rubbing into me. “That’s two words.”
