Page 44 of The Mourning Throne
“Would you wear anything here? I’d rather die.”
“That’s a very specific style of kink, Lex. It’s not for you or I to judge.”
“Who’s judging?” Lex held up some off-white thing. Almost see-through. The kind of thing that would disappear under tears.
What would Ollie do if they told him to wear it? Break entirely? Or just sayyes, thank you, please?
The bows were kinda cute, though. “I think it’ll be fun to watch.”
Honestly, Ollie would probably apologize for not filling it out right.
For breathing wrong.
Forexisting at all.
And that? Totally made it worth the £60 price tag.
Chapter 8
The perfume from the lingerie shop clung to his shirt—cloying, too sweet, like melted flowers and sugar gone sour.
The shopping bags dragged at his arms. Heavy as fuck.
It took a long-ass time getting back from Mayfair.
Thirty-fivesoul-suckingminutes later, the second bedroom felt too quiet.
Not peaceful—just fuckingempty. Like someone had vacuumed out all the heat and static and left Lex floating in the leftovers.
His fingers twitched. Thoughts stuttered. He couldn’t stop hearing Morgan’s voice, stuck on repeat like a broken CD player.
Simon says, louder.
Louder.
Louder.
Lex dug his nails into his palms.
Jesus, he wantedmore.He wantedthatagain—the shaking, the panic, the shine in Ollie’s eyes when he realized theymeant it.
Lex was losing his patience, and Morgan was handling Ollie like some goddamn daycare worker.
Morgan untied the sheets, almost as quickly as he tied them. He didn’t talk. Didn’taskOllie to do anything yet. Loosened the knot, yanked out the end and fed it backwards through the loop.
But thewayMorgan did it—
It was like he didn’t want to touch Ollie at all.
A little strange for someone who went to bed with bruises on their knuckles.
This was taking forever.
Multipleforevers.
I’d like my violent Morgan back, please.
When the last strip slipped free, Morgan stood and wiped his hands against his slacks like Ollie was something he’d spilled. Then he tossed the black-and-white striped bag toward the floor. The impact made Ollie flinch.
