Page 8 of A Taste like Sin
He nods. “Sí. I apologize if I have offended you.”
“No…” I’m partly alarmed to find that he hasn’t. Not entirely. Overall, my ex-father will learn tonight
that I am at a sex club with Damien Villa of all people. How unfortunate that, all appearances aside,
our visit has been rather platonic thus far.
Merely a three-way orgy starring a woman being fingered.
“What you said, about the woman being in control,” I start, licking my lips. “What did you mean?
How could someone possibly be in control in that situation?”
Such a scenario is the pure antithesis to everything I grew up believing about power. Like that it
should be carefully controlled and kept on a leash. Never relished or flaunted.
“Do you feel in control now?” he counters. “You are constantly ogled by hundreds, if not thousands of
people, hounding your every waking moment, waiting for a single flaw to pounce upon. I can only
imagine how exhausting that could feel.”
“I do feel powerless,” I admit. “I am never in control—”
“And yetthatwoman is in an environment where she can feel safe. Where all who enter come for her.
She sets the tone, the pace. Without her enjoyment, there is no…entertainment, shall we say. Her
partners, the audience are at her mercy. She wields her power over the entire damn room, whether the
occupants admit as much or not.”
“And do you want to do that to me?” I wonder for the second time. “Put me on display?”
“No.” His hesitation is even more apparent in the careful clearing of his throat. “I am not sure it is the
type of control you would enjoy having.”
“Why not?” I cross my arms over my chest, envisioning his potential replies. “I’m too much of a
prude? I’m too weak? Too sheltered—”
“You are toohaunted,” he clarifies. “Laying yourself bare in front of strangers may be an experience
you are not ready for. I will, however, take you up on your first suggestion.” He steps forward,
coming to my side. “Allow me to take you home.”
“No.” I shake my head even as I take the hand he’s extended toward me and fall into step with his
pace. “Not there.”
Because police or not, I know Heyworth. He will have the SWAT team waiting to ambush my suite at
the Lariat hotel the second I step inside it.
“Take me… Oh, I don’t know.” My temples ache, making it hard to settle on one of the many hotels
