Page 33 of Merciless Sinner

“What about the club? You don’t strike me as someone unversed in the sexual proclivities of its members.” He’d seen too many subtle and obvious signs from her to think that she was not a complete novice to these kinds of scenes.

She shrugged. “I’ve always been curious about everything. Maybe a little too curious. I found things I wasn’t supposed to and they fascinated me. I also read a lot. You might be surprised to know all you can learn spending your formative years in a library. People tend to hide their porn videos and their toys, not so much their reading material. And I may have been a little ahead of my time even back in my teens. So I studied some, even dabbled a little, met a guy and one thing led to another and then I didn’t dabble anymore. Now I’m here.”

Alex raised an eyebrow, utterly skeptical of her casual words. There were a whole lot of missing details from her story and he had a hunch they were all important.

If they were critical knowledge he needed to move forward with her, he would have to paddle her all over again.

Alex shuttered his eyes, barely restraining from reaching up for them to pinch them together. Why did she make him think such things? He’d had his one night. Then a second. Now it was time to go. He could move on to something else.

Except he knew he wouldn’t.

He was often considered too curious for his own good as well.

“My best friend, Zia got involved with a Dominant once. She and I were in school together when I first moved here and under the stress and pressure of cooking school, we bonded. That led to a lot of information sharing when it came to relieving said stress. She’s had a tumultuous journey these last few years.”

He worried over the resentment in her voice. “I take it that didn’t work out too well for her.”

She shook her head. “I’d like to think I’ve learned a lot from that.” Harper took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. “So here I am. A fledgling baker/caterer, southern girl transplant and a novice submissive.”

“And don’t forget risk taker,” he said with a smile despite the reservations he still harbored that sounded eerily like an emergency alert warning in his head.

She scoffed. “If you knew me better, you’d know how ridiculous that sounds.”

“Yet, here you are.”

“Mmhmm,” she murmured as she settled back against his chest.

Figuring they’d been through enough chit chat for one night he let the conversation drift off from there. They had time tomorrow to discuss more of their differences and similarities then.

However, she’d brought him back to life with her incessant wiggling and there was one more thing he wanted from her before their night ended.

“On your knees, kitten. I’d like a view of this gorgeous red ass while I fuck you.”

Again he felt that slight stiffen and was about to open his mouth and question her when on a stifled giggle she mumbled a response and then scrambled into position.

“Yes, Sir.”

Chapter Fourteen

Harper

Iset down the spatula and leaned over the counter. Air. I needed air. The normal peace I’d always derived from working in a kitchen had abandoned me today. Oh who was I kidding? It had abandoned me days ago.

When I’d awoken the morning after my date with Alex to find an empty bed except for a sweet note thanking me for a perfect night underneath my new rose crop, I’d started to rebuild the walls Alex had torn down. Two nights of bliss didn’t make a lifetime of happiness. I of all people knew better than to believe in those kind of fairy tales.

If only I could get the clawing hunger deep inside me to settle back down. Alex had apparently awoken a monster inside me and I didn’t know how to make it go away short of giving in to him again.

Not that I’d received any kind of official invitation or anything…

Although there was the option to return to the Glass Kat. I wasn’t a member, but I’d been granted a thirty-day temporary membership on behalf of my date that night. I could go…

Fortunately, I’d been strapped with several last minute catering jobs that had me working late into the night since then. My choice had been made for me courtesy of my job. So much for getting a life.

So instead I’d thought long and hard over everything Alex had said to me that night (agonized really) and when I searched my soul it always came back to the fact that despite our night alone, my Valentine fantasy had only been that. A fantasy. Two men was not something I wanted to live out on a regular basis.

Maybe one day I’d search for a dominant man who understood my particular limits.

I wanted to be a one-dominant woman. Two was more than a simple girl like me could handle. I just didn’t have it in me to be the kind of woman that Alex and Jeremy clearly needed.

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