Page 63 of Ruthless Beast

“Wow,” I say once she’s at the bottom, “you look stunning, Emily.”

“Thank you, Lucas.”

“The dining room is this way.”

Emily glides along next to me. I’m wearing a suit and tie.

“A stranger would think that we’re dining with royalty,” she remarks.

“Well, you do look like a queen tonight.”

“You’re too kind, sir. Where is Andreas?”

“He’s visiting friends in Fontainebleau, so he won’t be joining us this evening.”

“Romantic dinner for two, then? Should I be on my guard?”

“What? Are you worried that you’ll be unable to resist my charm?”

She grins but doesn’t answer. My sexy dinner guest is toying with me, and I’m rather enjoying the game.

“Bonsoir, Monsieur Lucchese.”

“Good evening, Philipe.”

“Madam,” the butler says, pulling out Emily’s chair.

“Merci beaucoup, Philippe.”

Emily is seated across from me. Her beautiful eyes follow my every move. Throughout dinner, I’m completely focused on her every move, and by the time it’s over, all I can think about is ripping off her stunning dress.

“What a wonderful meal,” she says while I’m escorting her to her suite.

“The chef certainly pulled out all the stops.”

The sexual tension is at an all time high by the time we reach her door.

“Would you like to come in for a nightcap?” Emily offers.

Nightcap? No. Frantic sex? Absolutely!

“Is that wise?”

She smiles and enters her suite, leaving the door open. I guess Emily is leaving the ball in my court. How fortunate for both of us that I’m an excellent ball player.

The object of my desire is standing at the window when I enter after her—my sole mission is to conquer. Neither one of us says a word as I shorten the distance between us. I’m moving faster now. I want to be with Emily. My body is crying out for hers.

I remove my tie before I reach Emily. The silky fabric is soft and pliable—perfect for what I have in mind. Tonight I want my lover to enjoy the experience of touch without sight, so I place the tie over her eyes and secure it.

I take Emily by the hand and lead her over to the oak poster bed. Her hand is trembling in mine, and the feeling of being in control of such an exquisite creature is more exciting than anything I’ve ever experienced before.

“Do you trust me?” I whisper into her ear, nibbling on the lobe.

“Yes,” she exhales shakily.

I tear a strip off the silk sheet and fashion it into two ties. Next, I bind each of her hands to the bedpost, taking great care not to chafe her delicate skin. Emily is shaking now. She has goosebumps in the places where I explore her silky flesh with my tongue.

Let’s play, my beauty.

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