Page 74 of Devious Secrets

“What did I say before I left you in the office?”

I blink, trying to remember which threat he gave me today.

“You said if I was…” I swallow hard. “If I was a good girl, you’d make me scream with pleasure.”

“And were you a good girl?” His hand rests on the golden door handle.

“I tried.” It’s barely a whisper. I can barely find my voice when his expression screams danger is ahead.

The left side of his mouth kicks up and he pushes the door handle down, opening the door to the room.

“Not good enough.”

I tear my gaze away from him and glance at the room. My heart stops. I can’t go in there.

I can’t.

Alexander’s long fingers squeeze around mine, a signal that he’s not going to back down.

“Come. You wanted to see, let me show you.” His words wrap around me like the finest silk.

But then again, the devil always was a smooth talker.

“I get it. It’s a torture room.” I eye the bench in the middle of the room. Black leather covers the four pads that are dropped lower than the main portion of the bench.

“No, Megan.” He pulls me inside and shuts the door behind us. The soft click echoes in my ears. “Pleasure is found here.”

He walks around the room, past the bench to a wooden post in the corner. A thick black ring is mounted near the top and there’s a small platform at the bottom.

“Come here.” He crooks a finger at me, and I retreat a step.

“I’d rather not.”

“I can put you here or you can come here.” His eyes bore into me, almost as though he’s willing me to go to him on my own. This man can break me easily. He’s already proven I’m no physical match to him.

If he wants to tie me up and beat me, he’ll do it. And no one in this place will intervene.

But I’m not afraid of that, of his strength. I know I should be. And I’m sure a few sessions with a therapist are going to be in order when this whole ordeal is over, but there’s more than darkness in his stare.

Desire lingers there.

Each step I take in his direction seems to please him more and more. His sinister grin twists into one of satisfaction.

“Step here.” He points to the platform. “Back to the post.”

“Why?”

His arrogant grin returns.

“Because.”

“You’re not going to spank me again?” Did I actually just sound disappointed about that? I’ve really lost it.

“I haven’t decided what part of you to punish. But I know which parts I want to see, to touch.” He leans down to my ear. “To taste.”

Heat rolls through my veins and I step backward, the post hitting my back as I do.

He runs the back of his knuckles across my jawline.

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