Page 5 of Sinful Eve

"Am I?" I lean closer, breathing in her scent. "Good thing we'll never have to find out." I picture my mother using alcohol to deal with the loneliness and dread settles so deep in my gut I’m forced to warn her. “No matter how lightly you think this is, you will not touch another man after I make you mine. When it ends, you’re free. But until then, I only have one rule, and that’s it.”

“And will you follow the same?”

“Of course.”

“So, you’ve never cheated on a lover?”

“Never. But if you’re asking, have I always had only one woman at a time? The answer is no.”

Olivia huffs and rolls her eyes again. This eye-rolling thing is new for me—but I like it. “Figures.”

I like the sass, too. It is unexpected and surprising. When had I become so insulated? I continue as if she hasn’t interrupted. “The women I sleep with know about and accept the others. They aren’t looking for anything other than fun times.”

“And I’m not?”

“If you were, we’d already be in my bed.”

“You’re wrong.” With two simple words, she shocks me again. “I’m coming off two long, stressful months. Months, which nearly ruined my business. Now it’s Christmas Eve, and there’s nothing waiting in my stocking except coal. I’m tired, stressed and overwhelmed. All I need right now is a safe person to make me forget my troubles.” She shrugs her shoulders, and I fight to keep my eyes glued to her face and not her breasts. “I know that makes me sound like—”

I press my fingers against her lips. “—sounds human. I don’t think anything more than that. I don’t judge you or find fault with you for being a woman needing a man. Not as long as I’m the man you need. ‘Cause baby, you’ve never been safer.”

I press a kiss to her forehead. The need to claim her as mine claws at my belly like a rabid beast. I could fuck her right now and satisfy my immediate need. But the moment my dick goes inside her, she’s mine. And I can’t do that until she understands that I am serious. She is mine.

Her wide brown eyes dig into mine. Before she finally nods at some question in her mind. I exhale a breath I hadn’t knownI was holding. “So, what do we do now?” She asks, her brows wrinkling slightly as she bites on her lip again.

“Now, we dance, we drink and get merry. You’re in Club Curve, and all troubles are left at the door.” She raises a brow and gives me a quick grin. “It’s club policy. You didn’t see the sign on the door?”

Laughing, she shakes her head. “There is no sign.”

I cup the side of her face before giving her a quick kiss on the lips. “Well, there should be. It’s Christmas Eve, and I think I can do better than coal. If you’ll give me a chance?”

Olivia’s lashes sweep down before she squeezes my free hand and says, “Yes.”

I wonder if she knows how much she is agreeing to. If she doesn’t, she’ll find out when I never let her go. Taking her hand, I lead her to the dance floor. We ignore the throbbing, pulsating rhythm. Instead, we sway, our bodies moving in sync as we lean into each other. Her curves melt into my hard angles. I could stay in that hypnotic dance trance forever, with her vanilla and chocolate scent drugging me. But she breaks the spell when she leans back, her long hair falling over my arm, and whispers, “Let’s go.”

“Go? Where?” I am not confused. But I want her to be clear.

“Your place. You said you live in the Sindicate Towers, right?”

I nod, then open my mouth to ask again what she wants. When I look at her face, the sultry heat in her eyes has my dick stiffening in seconds. Fuck, she knows exactly what she wants. Merry Christmas to me. It is the same thing I want.

“Let’s go,” I say, leading her away from the dance floor.

Olivia takes a last look at the dance floor before following me out of Club Curve. When we get into the elevator, she tugs my hand. I glance down, and she whispers, “You know what I need most right now? I need someone to take control. I’m so tired of being responsible for every damn thing. I want someone whowill tell me what to do and how to do it. Someone who will give me an order and frees me to obey it.”

Fuck. My dick grows so hard, so fast, it hurts. I need to get her to my place.

“Is that so?” I ask.

Olivia nods, her eyes wide and searching mine. I cup her chin and bring her lips close to mine. “Tell me your safe word.”

“Don’t need one. Safe words give me the power to stop this. I have no intention of stopping. You said I’m safe. I believe you. It’s crazy, but I do.”

I search her eyes, looking for any hint that she might be drunk. She is completely sober. I give her a quick kiss and whisper, “Very well. But if I say something is not happening, it’s not happening. Understand?”

She nods. “Yes.”

My dick jerks. I love hearing that word come out of her mouth. I already know I’ll demand to hear it often. “Good. The rules are simple. You obey me, and you’ll be rewarded. Disobey me, and you’ll be punished. Are you ready?”

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