Page 32 of Merciless Sinner

Humbled, he placed a soft kiss to the back of her neck.

“What made you go that first night?” He paused to see if she would answer.

She shrugged, sounding sleepy. “My best friend dared me to.”

Alex’s laughter filled the room. Her answer came as a complete surprise. “So you are a

daring little sub then?”

“I don’t know about that. But I guess everyone has to try something crazy at least once or twice, right?”

He hugged her tighter. “Indeed they do. Remind me to offer my thanks to your friend. It seems I owe her quite a debt of gratitude.”

“I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to hear that. But in all honesty, I’m happy I did it too.”

Alex relaxed. Her satisfaction pleased him and gave him hope for their future endeavors. For once he was about to set aside his most rigid rule and make sure this didn’t end here.

“Who are you, Alex?”

“Just a man who saw something in a woman that called to him.”

“Is that what you do? You like filling women’s fantasies?”

“I liked filling yours.” He nipped at her shoulder.

“I am feeling pretty fulfilled.” She wiggled her ass against his stirring crotch.

“And incorrigible too.” He gripped her hip and stilled her. “Go to sleep. You need some rest because in an hour or two I’ll be waking you for more. I’m far from done with you.”

He almost missed her quiet gasp. He’d definitely needed that reaction. And he needed to see her beyond tonight. There were too many things he wanted to do with her. Like making her scream over and over again. He liked pushing her to that edge.

But there were still some gaps in the story that she’d told him.

“I know you work at a trendy dessert bar in midtown with some catering on the side and that you are from the south but what about beyond that? Why New York City? There are plenty of big cities between here and home that could have fit the bill of getting lost.”

If he hadn’t been holding her against him he likely would have missed the slight stiffening of her spine at his question. A barely there move that piqued his curiosity beyond the one question.

She released a quiet sigh into the darkness as if realizing that she had to say something.

“I had sort of a list. Requirements for where I wanted to live, if you will. I wanted a big city and it had to be nearish the water. A place where the weather changed every season and I’d get to see snow. And New York City just sounded like fun. Lots of cool stuff happens here. Not to mention many famous chefs have restaurants here. Cooking and baking are pretty much the only bankable skills I have and the culinary options here are fairly endless.”

“You don’t love the work you do?” He’d sampled one of her tarts and he had a hard time believing the woman who made them didn’t put everything she had into them. They were fucking sensational.

“I do like to bake. It’s a lot harder work now than it ever used to be. But it is fun. Whether it’s what I want to do for the rest of my life or not is still questionable though.” She shrugged. “I came to New York because I want to try new things.”

“You certainly accomplished that lately.”

She laughed, a gentle rolling sound that quickly filled the room. “You made that happen, not me.”

He couldn’t take all the credit for that. Her bravery had been the crux of his success tonight whether she realized it or not.

“And what about men?” He held his breath. He wanted to know as much as he could about her, but he didn’t relish hearing any tales about other dominants she’d been spending time with.

“Nope. No time. I’ve spent the last year in culinary training. That’s insanely stressful work. And the instructors are all a bunch of control freak dicks.”

He laughed. He couldn’t claim to know everything about her, but he had a pretty good feeling she liked a good control freak dick. Speaking of which…

He shifted his position to make room for his because it was getting harder by the second.

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