Page 41 of Whips and Chains
He devoured my lips like he wanted to own them, only pulling back to tongue my ear, his stubbled jaw scratching perfectly across the sensitive skin there. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now, Violet. No fucking idea how bad I want my dick inside you.”
“Do it,” I panted. “I want it.”
“I’m going to. But you need to know there’s people watching us. This is a camera room.”
I paused, peeping over his shoulder.
There were indeed cameras in the corners of the room, a tiny red light blinking from each of them, telling me they were on.
Every doubt I’d ever had about my body rushed back in. It was one thing for X to stare at me like I was a meal on a plate that he wanted to eat every night for the rest of his life, but it was another thing altogether to realize there were any number of strangers watching us.
I wanted him so badly.
But I wasn’t sure I could do this.
His fingers found my chin, and he grasped it, tilting my head so I was focused on him again. “I need them. I can’t be alone with you.” He kissed me again. “I’m scared I’ll hurt you.”
I shook my head. “You won’t.”
But his eyes were full of a fear I’d never seen in them. Not when he’d killed a man in cold blood. Not when he’d found me sitting in a pool of it.
I’d never seen him scared.
Until now.
No, that wasn’t true. I’d seen it one other time. When we’d been in the shower and he’d run out.
I suddenly understood that night a whole lot better.
His tongue trailed up my neck. “You’ve barely seen glimpses of the monster I am, Violet. You want them watching us.”
His voice somehow managed to send chills of both fear and pleasure through my body all at once.
My brain said to say no.
Said to walk right out of this room and not look back, because clearly this man was dangerous.
And yet I couldn’t force my feet to budge.
Because even though he was warning me away, all I saw was the man who’d killed my attacker. The man who’d caught a duck for me just because I’d said I’d liked them. A man who would only touch me in public because his need to keep me safe outweighed everything else.
I reached behind me and tugged at the ribbon on my corset.
It didn’t undo easily. X turned me around so I was facing the wall. He brushed my fingers aside, taking over the job of tugging the laces free one at a time, while he kissed my neck in alternating sucks and gentle bites.
Pleasure coursed through me, starting from every place he touched me. His lips and tongue burned a hot trail across my skin, which was only heightened by the glide of his fingers and the silky corset ribbon that danced along with them.
It loosened, and relief rushed in that I could breathe properly again.
He pulled the last bit of ribbon free, and the corset fell away.
I didn’t dare move. I was facing the wall, so the cameras would only see my back, and I was entirely too scared to turn around.
But X didn’t push me. He just trailed his fingers down my naked back and over my side rolls and the curve of my hips.
A low growl came from deep within his chest that took me by surprise.
I glanced over my shoulder at him. “What’s wrong?”
