Page 124 of Wicked Fantasies

Was she crying?

She hadn’t realized.

“Shhh.” He removed his hand from her quivering body, despite her anguished cry. He reached around her to untie her arms, then bent down and picked her up, turning and placing her gently on the bed. He crawled in beside her and enveloped her in his large embrace.

She felt more tears gathering in her eyes, but she was too weak to attempt to stem the flow. She felt overwhelmed, confused.

“Why are you crying?”

She shrugged.

How could she tell him?

How could she explain?

He’d just brought her deepest, darkest desires to light, and she struggled with the unexpected exposure. “I just let you tie me up and take me against the wall. I shouldn’t have done that.”

He leaned up on his elbow and looked down at her. “Shouldn’t have done what? You enjoy a rough touch, Gwen. So what?”

“I don’t want to talk about this,” she said quickly, desperate to shut down the topic of her need for pain in sex.

Ty narrowed his eyes and she knew he was displeased with her comment. “Fine,” he said at last, and she breathed a sigh of relief. “But this isn’t over, Gwen.”

She knew the second he spoke the words, he was right. She didn’t have a doubt, she would let him do much, much more to her. No matter how forbidden, how wrong.

He kissed her gently as she fought against the fresh onslaught of tears building in her chest. “It’s okay, Gwen. Your secret is safe with me.”

She wondered about his words and then she considered her response to them.

God help her if she was right about his intentions, because she had no doubt he wouldn’t rest until he’d uncovered and physically exploited every damn imperfection in her character. Until he’d dragged every cursed, unspeakable desire to the forefront.

And then what?

He was an actor.

Hell, he was fucking Ty Ransome, the movie star every man wanted to be like and every woman wanted to sleep with.

How would he feel when he learned just how dark and deep her needs ran?

How would he react when he discovered pain wasn’t just her fantasy, but a need?

What would he say when he realized bondage wasn’t a sex game for her, but a necessity?

For years, she’d managed to suppress the dark and dirty secret because she knew society wouldn’t approve, wouldn’t understand. The whole reason she’d created Michael Haynes was so she could write the story of her heart, so she could put her surreptitious longings on the pages of “The Darkest Night”.

Just as he’d discovered her pen name, Ty had pulled off the veil she’d been hiding beneath. She shivered at the thought and felt his arms tighten around her. He would open up the vault she’d kept securely locked inside her soul. She’d protected her secrets for a lifetime, but Ty had the power to uncover and exploit all of it.

God help her, she’d be a willing victim, if the past few minutes were any indication of his power over her.

“Trust me,” he whispered.

Trust. If only she could.

Chapter Three

Getting into character

“I don’t understandwhy you’re wasting your time on this film, Ty,” Bernie Rather said on the other end of the line. The man was one of the top agents in Hollywood, but that was only because he played by Tinsel Town rules. It was his consistency that kept him afloat, not his creativity.

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