Page 189 of Irreversible

After pausing at the curb, the dot moves closer, winding around the building until she’s on top of me. I smile to myself.

Very soon, it’ll be the other way around.

She stands there for far too long, but I won’t make the first move. She needs to make this decision for herself.

Finally, I hear it. A brush against the door, too quiet to be a knock. My blood pressure kicks up higher. My body is nearly vibrating, ready to rip the door open and fling her onto the bed, but I don’t move from the chair.

Patience.

“Now,” I whisper into the empty room, “let’s see if you’re brave enough.”

Once she steps into this room, she’s mine.

The tracking dot shows she hasn’t moved, but when the silence persists for several minutes, I walk to the door, stopping inches away.

Seconds go by…then a minute. I pivot so my back is to the door, leaning my head against the surface. Letting my eyes close, I imagine her out there, unsure of what she’s getting herself into.

I can’t help but think of the days when I rested against a different wall, talking to the woman on the other side for hours. When she told me she’d see me soon, I wonder if she believed it would ever be possible.

I didn’t.

When the knock comes, it’s light-handed but resolute.

She came to me.

Allowing no time for hesitation, I move to the side, flip the lock, and pull the heavy door open with enough force that it slams into the wall. Before it can fall shut, I lash out like a viper, grip her wrist, and haul her inside. Her gasp lights my nerves like a fuse, and I release her into the room as the door closes, latching automatically.

The lion and his lone gazelle.

She’s all mine.

Catching her balance, she darts her gaze to the door, like she’s wondering if she made a mistake. Her pupils dilate as adrenaline hits her bloodstream.

I’ll give her

one

last

chance.

I give a low rumble of warning. A tilt of the head. “Are you ready for me?”

My eyes drift to her full tits, heaving under her sweater, then rise to her parted lips. She wets them with the tip of her tongue, her gaze flickering from the door to my face, then down to my lower body, where I feel it like fingers sliding along my cock. I’m half-hard already.

Sucking a deep breath in through her nose, she straightens her spine, hesitation replaced by resolve. She dips her chin.

Fuck. Yes.

I’m practically salivating. The pink room was just a taste, hardly a blip in the scope of what I want to do to that delicious body.

Glancing between Everly and the bed, I take a quick mental inventory of the items at my disposal. It’s not hard to get creative. A cup of ice sits next to the water bottle on the desk. Sheets can be used for tying, pillowcases for blindfolds. Of course, women wear any number of items that can come in handy for light bondage, so there’s no need to look too far.

What I really want is to feel her squirming beneath me—her soft, wet heat, the sounds she’ll make when I have all the time in the world to explore. To find those little triggers that will make her scream my name until she never wants another to leave her lips.

She watches me closely, her breath leaving in a sharp exhale that exposes her thoughts.

“Fair warning,” I say, taking a step forward. “This won’t be an easy ride this time.”

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