Page 91 of Wicked Sin

“Interesting.Fuckinginteresting.”

His pupils go dark, and I squirm in my seat.

“Very interesting,” I murmur.

Then he grins, and the moment slides back into comfortable chatter. He gives me a little more of the update, but then cuts himself off. “I don’t want to talk about work. I’m on vacation.”

“Sure, vacation for you,” I tease. “But someone still wants to kill me.”

As far as jokes go, it’s pretty dark. Luke doesn’t think it’s funny. “And very smart people are working on that. I promise I never lose sight of that. But I’m supposed to be distracting you.”

“Are you? Is that your official task, to wave orgasms and spankings in front of me?”

He grins. “Spankings? So is that something that you want, princess?”

“Maybe.”

“Say it.”

“I want you to spank me.”

“Tell me more.”

“I want you to spank me for sayingfuckandshitanddamn.”

“Finish your ice cream, and then we can talk about this more on the couch.”

He watches me eat, the promise of what is to come clear in his gaze. I watch him, too. Curious about how he turns the heat on and off like that in the middle of this madness. How he can switch it on for pleasure, and off when he needs to be serious or gentle.

The control there is a huge turn on, I realize. Like that’s the thing that’s been missing in my life.

Control.

Real power, not misused and abused power. Power with limits.

When we finish eating the best breakfast ever, he leads me to the couch. Instead of putting me over his lap, he sits down and tugs me on top of him, my legs spread.

I’ve quickly figured out this is his favorite position.

“Before I give you that spanking you so clearly need,” he growls, “we need to have a clear conversation about limits. Hard limits, soft limits, and just as importantly, things on your yes-please list. Have you thought about that? Kinky things you really want?”

I nod. This has been cycling through my mind already, and I know what I want to say. “I want you to pull my hair. Hold me down. I’ve been thinking about…the hard push of your hand against my back. My neck.”

“Your neck?”

My face flames. Does that reveal too much?

He rubs my legs gently, his gaze glued to mine. “Do you want me to choke you, princess?”

“Maybe.” It’s a whisper. Like I can hardly believe I’m saying that out loud, and that’s true. It’s such a dangerous thing to admit.

“There’s no maybe with stuff like that. I need to know what you want.”

“Yes.” Barely a sound. I nod as well. “I like that idea. And…I want it to feel real.” My voice cracks. “Is that possible? Is that okay?”

He pulls me in close, his hands running up and down my spine. “Shh,” he says. “Yeah, that’s okay.”

I know it is. Iknowit is. But I’m crying anyway. “I just want to be normal,” I whisper.

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