Page 6 of Bound to a Monster

It’s my freaking vibrator.

Chapter 2

Carmie

Ijust stabbed him in the chest with my sex toy.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” I say quickly, snatching it away. I jam it back into my bag, but he’s looking at me with fire in his eyes.

“Was that what I think it was?”

“I can explain.”

“Do you walk around with a vibrator in your purse?”

“Not usually.”

“But tonight you are.”

“Can we just pretend that didn’t happen?” I’m so mortified I can barely breathe.

A second ago, I felt like a warrior.

I was deeplyaliveand in control.

Now I’m back to being regular old, frustrated Carmie.

He steps closer. The distance between us flattens. I want to run, but he doesn’t seem upset. Amused, maybe a little turned on even, which is terrifying and exciting. The moment teeters between us, and this can topple either way.

Either total disaster or exactly what I wanted from tonight.

“Show it to me again.” It’s a command, and behind that command is a whole slew of filthy, carnal promises. But only if I’m willing to obey. It’s a pact, those easy little words, and a magic spell. It means all I have to do is play along, and tonight will take a turn. Where it’ll go, I can’t say exactly, but I know this is the closest I’ve ever come to totally losing myself.

I open my mouth to refuse him, because that’s who I’ve always been—good to a fault—but I stop myself.

Despite how much of a disaster this has been, I have to remember: I’m someone else tonight.

Carmela Marino would turn him down and slap him across the face, but that’s not me right now.

He doesn’t even know my name, which means I can be anyone I want.

This new person, whoever I am, likes the way he’s looking at me.

No, she more than likes it?—

She really,reallywants more.

I reach into my clutch and take it out. The little pink vibrator sits on my palm. I’ve never felt so vulnerable in my entire life, but he doesn’t laugh. He doesn’t act like I’m strange or broken or like I’m crossing a dozen different bright-red lines.

Instead, he plucks it from my hand.

“Not bad,” he says and licks his lips in a way that suggests he’s thinking about what I look like when I use it. Which turns me on in a way I’ve never felt before. Deep, pulsing, impossible to ignore. “In your hands, this little toy is a deadly weapon. I bet you’re good with it.”

“I usually use a saber when I fence,” I say, cheeks so scarlet I must look like I’m on fire.

“I’m not talking about fencing anymore.” He closes his hand around my vibrator. “Come show me how you use this, and I don’t mean as a weapon.”

Oh my god.

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