Page 81 of Dance of Deception

I press my lips together, willing myself to hold his gaze.

“Tell me.” His voice is calm, too calm.

I shake my head, not willing to go there.

He peers at me. “You couldn’t watch that couple in the club,” he murmurs. “And yet, it’s not sex in general that sends you into fainting spells.”

I swallow. “You don’t know that.”

“I do, actually,” he growls. “Because twice now, I’ve felt your greedy little pussy come on my fingers—quite enthusiastically, I should add—and there was a distinct absence of you passing out both times.”

Heat flares across my cheeks, my fingers twitching on the sheets. I open my mouth, but no words come out.

Carmine leans forward, his presence overwhelming.

“Explain that to me,” he says pointedly.

“I…”

I shiver as Carmine’s hand takes hold of the sheet covering me and tugs, slowly pulling it down.

“Wh-what are you doing?” I stammer.

“Asking you a question.”

“No, I mean…” My eyes slide down to where he’s pulled the sheet all the way off, leaving me lying in bed in my dress from the club.

“Do you watch porn?”

I balk, my eyes snapping back to his. “Excuse me?”

“You obviously enjoy—or at least have—certain kinks.”

My brows knit. “What are you talking about?”

“You like to have control taken away from you.”

It's so nakedly exposing, the way he just lets the words hang there. I feel my face begin to burn as something dark and twisted begins to curl and claw inside me.

“I—”

“You liked it when I chased you.”

My lips purse in a desperate attempt to put up a defiant front.

“You don’t know that.”

Carmine smirks. “Your pussy beingdrenchedwhen I caught you says otherwise, but you’re welcome to continue this farcical debate if you like.”

Heat throbs in my cheeks as I shrink into the bed at my back.

“My question regarding porn stems from the fact that you clearly know what you like.” His eyes drag over me. “What turns you on. And being chased and forced and restrained aren’t exactly desires you’d realize you had from watching a romantic comedy. So, again: do you watch porn.”

Embarrassment flames over my face.

“No,” I mumble…truthfully.

I jolt when Carmine abruptly reaches out andpinches my fucking nipplethrough my dress. I gasp, wincing in pain but also throbbing from the electric sensation of his thumb and finger twisting the aching, peaked point through the silk.

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