Page 21 of Violent Cravings

I don’t know what to say. I’ve never done any of those things, so how am I supposed to know whether I like it or not? All I know is the way it makes me feel when I hear him talk about it, when I think about him doing all those things to me.

It excites me. My heart is pounding and my core is throbbing with curious agitation. I’m aroused just by listening to him.

“Is that what you’re going to do to me?” I ask in a hoarse voice.

He nods.

“That’s what I want to do to you,” he says. “That and a whole lot more. I’m not going to tell you everything, but you’ll be on your knees a lot, you’ll cry, you’ll moan, you’ll scream, and you’ll beg.”

“Beg?” I whisper. “Beg for you to stop?”

A smirk graces his handsome face.

“That, too,” he says. “But first and foremost, you’ll beg me to fuck you.”

I inhale audibly, trying to calm myself down.

“That’s a very bold thing to say,” I tell him, clearing my throat and reaching for another piece of sushi. “You certainly don’t lack confidence, do you?”

I’m trying to appear unimpressed by his sinister promises, but my hand is shaking so much that it’s hard for me to hold on to the chopsticks, let alone balance the damn sushi roll with them. I’m making a fool of myself, and he couldn’t be happier to witness it.

“Perfect,” he comments.

That’s all he says. I don’t know what his remark was aimed at, but it unsettles me even more. I finally manage to get a hold of the sushi and deliver it to my mouth as quickly as possible, occupying myself with chewing to escape the feel of his curious eyes. Of course, there’s no way for me to get away from him. He observes me with an intensity that borders on creepy.

“I know you didn’t ask, but here’s what we won’t do,” he says, finally breaking the awkward silence between us. “I’m not a fan of knives and needles. I won’t cut your skin. There also won’t be any medical play, golden showers, or anything that’s related to it.”

He lists those things as if he’s reciting a cake recipe, not showing the slightest hint of embarrassment or disgust, as if it’s something people talk about every day. I’ve no idea what medical play could entail, but I know I’m happy that there won’t be any of the other things he’s mentioned. They were so far off limits for me that I hadn’t even considered the possibility.

“That’s fine with me,” I respond. “More than fine.”

He regards me with a serious look. “Good.”

Silence stretches between us, before he asks another question.

“Can I fuck you bare?”

I regard him with a quizzical look, and he lets out an exasperated sigh.

“Are you on birth control? Are you clean?” he clarifies. “Is it safe to fuck you without a condom?”

“Oh,” I blush. “Yes, it is.”

He smiles. “Good. Very good.”

His eyes scan the table between us.

“Are you done eating?”

I hurry to nod. “Yes, it was very good, thank y–”

“No need for pleasantries,” he interrupts, simultaneously jumping up from his chair.

I follow his move automatically and stand up myself, my eyes following him as he takes his glass and the bottle of champagne and gestures over to a seating area in front of the window in the living area.

“Come,” he says, and turns around, walking toward the sofa.

I grab my glass and follow closely behind him, my heart pounding so wildly that I’m sure he must hear it.

He sits down, facing the skyline below us. It’s almost completely dark out now, and the living area is only lit by a few candles on the dining table. The feeble light doesn’t seem to bother him, though.

I follow his motion to sit down next to him. My unruly skirt travels up my legs once again, but when I try to fix it, he grabs me by the wrist with unusual force.

“Why are you wearing this skirt if you’re shy to share your body with me?” he asks. “Let me enjoy the view.”

I swallow hard and nod without saying a word. He takes the glass out of my hand and places it next to his on the coffee table.

“Now, before we get to the paperwork, there’s one final thing we need to resolve,” he says, locking me down with his hypnotic eyes. He places his warm hand on my thigh.

“What should I call you?”

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