Page 25 of Chemistry: The Chemist

She was the first to enter and would be the last. She didn’t need those details. Not yet, at least. When time permitted, she’d know everything she needed to know. For now, all she needed was the surround sound and those fucking shoes she once wore.

This wasn’t the stage she’d anticipated performing on, but it was the only one she’d be allowed to wind her body and claim her victim. On this stage, funds were endless. Bills didn’t run low. And ones were insulting. Twenties replaced them. And behind the chair I was in pursuit of, was a bag full of them motherfuckers.

“Can I?”

The fire continued to smolder. It was much more manageable than it was two hours ago. However, the small flame was evident. Given the right amount of oxygen, it would rage, again. I’d be waiting. My lesson hadn’t been learned. For Eden, with Eden, I wanted to burn.

“Yes.”

She slid the blindfold from her head, allowing it to fall on the floor next to her bare feet. She angled her body in my direction, a smirk lining her precious lips. Darkness traced them, making them appear bigger, sexier.

“Put that shit back on and meet me right over there.”

My strides were pointless. I didn’t go far. Couldn’t. The allure of Eden wouldn’t allow it.

“Mister,” she muttered.

“Chocolate.”

Smile lines creased the outer corners of her eyes. “Chocolate?”

“The dark kind. Rich in flavor. Royal. A step above milk chocolate. More memorable. Intriguing. Sexy, in so many ways. Good alone but better paired.”

Circling her, I memorized every visible feature on her body. My body. Like a substance in my lab, I studied her. Stalked her. And quickly determined just how I could improve her. Though she was fine without improvements, she deserved pieces of the world that hadn’t been accessible in the past. She deserved flowers.

A fucking garden, I corrected.

A home. A wrist that froze time, literally. Diamonds on her skin. A dedicated team to service her every need–hair, makeup, manicure, pedicure, meals, what-the-fuck-ever. Cars. Whichever one her heart desired. A driver. A bank account the size of mine. Anything. Everything. Fuck, Eden. I could hardly contain myself as our gazes locked.

“Unforgiving. Smooth. Thick. Addictive.”

A son.

“I’d agree.”

You have no idea, baby. The things I have in store for you.

“You don’t have to.”

“I do.”

“Good, then.”

“I have a feeling I’ve bitten off much more than I can chew.”

“I can confirm with utter confidence.”

Her smile deepened, reaching her eyes and cheeks. Even her posture improved.

“Your addiction to the thrill will be the death of us, Eden.”

“Won’t it be a beautiful one?”

Within a second, my fingers had spread around her neck. I pulled her closer, watching as her neck slacked, rolling backward. Her flesh was beckoning for me. Giving in, my lips met the first layer of her skin.

My teeth waited to meet the second, possibly the third. My hunger for her was apparent. But I settled my desires by flattening my tongue and running it across her neck, ending near her ear.

“Ummmm.”

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