Page 14 of Eden's Deliverance

I’m speechless, and not just because of the gag. I don’t even have the energy for a whimper or a cry or a plea. I’m drained.

And fucking pissed off.

His soft breath against my ear startles me back into reality. “If you want more, you’ll meet me in the Red Room next time.”

What?

The fucking Red Room? He’s got to be joking. I try to speak, but my words are incomprehensible behind the gag.

I scream once more in agony when he takes one of my nipples between his fingers, pinching it and giving a hard pull until it snaps back. The cloth is gently pulled out of my mouth so I can talk again, though my throat is dry as sandpaper.

“What was that, darling?” he asks.

“I said…I can’t.”

“Can’t what, come? I’m fully aware; I made sure of that.” He’s teasing me, but I have no idea why. I didn’t do anything to him.

I’m seething now.

What was the point of bringing me here—of working all that magic—just to leave me panting for an orgasm like I’m a 13-year-old boy? This isn’t the Yellow Room.

“I can’t come to the Red Room,” I pant, still catching my breath.

“Not with that attitude, surely. What’s wrong with the Red Room?” He actually sounds dumbfounded, like I or anybody else would be crazy not to sign up for all that psycho masochistic bullshit.

“I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with it, it’s just not for me. I’m sorry.”

No, I’m not sorry.Why did I say that?Maybe because I’m still tied up and blindfolded, and I want to get out of here safely.

Maybe because I wish I was strong enough to handle being a Ruby, but I just don’t see that in my future.

“Well, that’s unfortunate. I was really looking forward to having another taste of that sweet pussy. Come and find me again when you’re feeling a little more…adventurous.” Theclinkof the handcuffs above me signifies the sweet sound of release, but before I can pull his shirt off my head, the door clicks shut behind him.

I’m alone, wound up, writing for his touch, and completely unfucked.

Rejected.

4

Julian

Skylar is going to cream his pants when he hears about this.

Bastard might just kill me, but I’ll have to remind him that he gave me the ‘go ahead.’ I can still taste Scarlett’s sweet juices on my lips, and I’m only a man—I can’t help but lick off what’s left of her to savor the flavor.

The girl had me genuinely surprised.

Sky always talks about her like she’s this bucking bronco who will stop at nothing to win a confrontation, but she was putty in my hands. She let me take charge, and even when she was ‘fighting’ me, it was obviously all for show.

She wanted to be played with and used, and she took it so fucking well.

I still remember how her throat felt pulsing around my fingertips when I forced her to choke on them, and my dick keeps twitching at the thought of it.

I may have left her wanting, but I didn’t get off either, and that shit’s torture on my balls.

He's sitting at the bar when I walk up, drinking some nasty clear liquor on ice. The bartender comes over to get my order, and after exchanging booze for cash, Skylar is itching for answers. “So? What happened?”

“You don’t want to know, brother,” I say regretfully, waving my hand.

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