Page 9 of Depraved
The pain is sensuous and erotic, and my eyes droop heavily from the sensations that’ve made my clit swollen and desperate.
Dante reaches down between my legs, rubbing his large hand on the inside of my thigh, close to where all my need has pooled.
A moan rips from my throat, my hands pulling against where I’m strung up. Thick black leather cuffs have my wrists bound together and locked in above my head.
I’m helpless and at his mercy.
Who am I kidding? I was at his mercy the moment he laid eyes on me.
“I promised you a reward,” he murmurs, as his mouth travels down my body, “but I’m selfish, so this is as much for you as it is for me.”
Dante reaches above my head and unlatches my wrists, my arms falling heavily to my sides as my chest still heaves from the teasing he’s been inflicting over the last hour.
His strong hands grip my waist, hurling me into the air and over his shoulder like a rag doll. I squeal and laugh loudly as he walks his naked frame over to the bed in his room.
My tongue traces the symbols inked on his back before being jerked back over his shoulder into his strong arms. He’s holding me like a man holds his bride, except this man is looking at me like I’m his dinner.
“Don’t. Fucking. Move.” He growls, curling me like a barbell, with his muscled arms, bringing my pussy directly to his face and diving in.
A breath leaves my body as the memory dissipates from my mind like a slow, delicious burn.Damn.The memory of him leaves me almost as flustered as the man himself.
“Jesus,” I say to myself. “Get it together, Sarah.” I squeeze my thighs together.
I pick up the phone receiver and punch in the voicemail number to check to see if a message was left.
Nothing.
It was probably just a wrong number.
I look at the clock. Seeing it’s 1:00 a.m., I give my head a little shake, trying to refocus on the file in front of me, but it feels impossible. Between not sleeping and overworking, I’m exhausted.
Closing the portfolio I was trying to read, I sink back into my chair and close my eyes for a moment to let them rest.
I can feel myself drifting, my eyelids impossibly heavy. There’s no way I could open them now if I tried. My breathing begins to slow, so I take a deep breath in and let out the tiredness that’s settled into my bones.
The small hum that comes from the minifridge next to my desk acts like a sound machine, coaxing me into sleep.
I’m not sure how long I’ve been dozing, so when my eyes shoot open, my mind takes a minute to catch up.Somebody slammed a door.
I sit in the silence second-guessing myself, stock-still and waiting for another sound.
Another loud bang echoes through the room, and my spine straightens, the tiny hairs on my neck standing on end as I hold my breath.
What the fuck? Someone’s here.
My mouth opens to call out, but I close it just as quickly, hearing shuffling and a deep thud vibrate through the walls.
Get up, Sarah,my mind urges.
Thoughts begin filling the gaps left by fear, willing my feet to move as I scramble from my chair and make my way to the slightly ajar office door.
Who the hell could be here?Nobody that’s supposed to be.
My eyes shoot to the clock, seeing it says 2:00 a.m. Shit. I need to stay calm.Stay fucking calm.But I have every right to be afraid.
Nothing good happens in the middle of the night. Nothing.
I slowly push the door closed, twisting the handle so that the lock doesn’t make a clicking sound, and flick the already dim light off in my office. With my back pressed against the wall, I think of all the scenarios that could happen.
