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Chapter 24

Dirty Little Secret

I nod in the dark, all breath escaping my lips.

“Tell me, Little Fawn...”

My God, he wants me to speak? I can hardly concentrate. “Yes,” I say in a rush. “Yes.”

“Good.” He removes his hand from me and places a quick kiss on my lips.

I whimper at the loss of him. “Why did you stop?”

Seconds later, I feel the mattress shift as he stands and walks somewhere in the room. I hear a drawer or cupboard open then close, then he comes back over to me—I can’t see him, but I can hear his muted footsteps as he walks across the plush carpeting. I flinch as he reaches down and curls his hand around my upper arm, and he pulls me upright. He ties a piece of fabric around my eyes.

“If you remove this blindfold, it is over between us. Do you understand?”

Wow, talk about dramatic.

“Yes, I understand.”

I’m desperate to see his face, but honestly, I’m more desperate to have his cock inside me. And I have no doubt that what he says is true. Men like Hart are all about control and trust. Break trust, and that’s the end. All or nothing. Black or white. So, yeah, there’s no way I’m peeking.

A minute later, dim light bleeds in through the corners of the blindfold. He wants the lights on...but why?

“Hold your wrists out.”

Sucking in a breath, I do as he asks. I’ve seen him tie up Willow, so I have an idea about what’s going to happen. I immediately feel butterflies in my stomach. A length of silky rope cinches tightly around my wrists.

“Get on the bed. Lie on your back,” he commands.

With my wrists tied in front of me, I scramble onto the bed and try to position myself in the center, on my back. Once I’m positioned, he pulls my hands up over my head and ties the rope to something—the headboard, or a bedpost, I’m guessing. Then he ties down each one of my ankles, pulling my legs apart. I’m still wearing my underwear, but I can’t help but feel exposed nonetheless.

He leaves me like that for a minute, and anxiety trickles through me. I lick my bottom lip, waiting. I’ve never been tied up before, and the level of trust this takes is unreal. He can do anything to me right now, and there would be no way for me to stop him. Even if I scream…we’re in the penthouse. Who’s going to hear me?

Seconds later, I tense as an ice-cold blade presses against my shoulder. Oh. Shit. I suck in a sharp breath, my heart racing, wondering what he’ll do next. But before I can utter a sound, he jerks the knife up and cuts my bra strap. It falls limply to the side, then he moves to the other and does the same thing.

I suppress a whimper. It was such a beautiful bra—and brand-new. But he bought it, so I guess he’s allowed to ruin it. Still, it’s a shame. With one last swift cut, he severs the front seam between the two cups, then lays the knife against my belly while he pulls the ruins of the bra off of me.

With swift efficiency, he picks up the knife and proceeds to do the same thing to my matching lacy thong with swift, confident strokes of his very sharp knife. In seconds, that’s gone, too.

Now, I’m naked, tied to the bed, my arms over my head and legs spread wide. I’m the most vulnerable I’ve ever been with a man. My body is trembling with excitement, anticipation, and more than a little fear. I can’t believe I’m letting him do this, but if I’m being honest with myself, I want it. I want the sting of pain. I want the uncertainty of what he’s going to do next. I want Hart to dominate me, use me as he wants, and bring me to the very brink of pain and pleasure.

“Are you cold?” he asks in a gruff voice.

“No.”

“Fuck. You are so damn perfect,” he says, palming one of my breasts.

I know that can’t be true. My breasts are too big, my hips too wide. I have dimples and blemishes everywhere. How could he possibly find that beautiful?

As though reading my thoughts, his hand slides up my thigh, to my hips. With one hand, he grabs the fat of my hip and squeezes. “Fuck, yes.”

I squirm a little, more embarrassed than anything, but I can’t move much.

“You’re going to need to remember you trust me,” he says, a darkness in his voice.

I nod, my entire body on fire. What’s he going to do?

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