Page 97 of Beautifully Ruined
I hold out my hand for her coat, taking one step back.
“What if I don’t want to?”
“You have a safe word.” I keep my hand steady. “Otherwise, too fucking bad. I don’t care what you want. The only thing that’ll make me care, make me stop is that one word.”
She presses her lips together.
Then she shucks out of the coat and hands it to me.
I can’t breathe.
Violet is perfection personified.
From her green flashing eyes to her toes…utter perfection. My gaze catches on her erect nipples, on the blush that covers some of her body. The naked lips that are swollen with desire and wet with arousal, like her inner thighs.
I fold the coat over my arm, and her eyes go wide. And I fight the smirk building.
I step back. “I’ll walk a few feet behind you.”
“But I don’t know where I’m going.”
I shrug. “You’ll find out shortly.”
Then I pull out my keys, working off the pertinent one and pressing it into her hand.
“You’ll be using that when you get there. Front door only. There’s a foyer, a lift, stairs too… I’ll decide which one when we get there.”
“Where’s there?” Her eyes flash, defiance bright.
“You’ll find out.”
And I move away, pointing her in the right direction. “Start walking, Vi. The longer we’re out here, the more people will see you.”
“And if I don’t want to? If I say no, get back in the car?”
At that moment, I go around her and shut the door.
The car takes off.
She glares.
“If I say no?”
No. Not cement. No.
I smirk.
“Trust me, you don’t want to find that out. Start walking.”
Chapter Eighteen
VIOLET
I’ve readabout people who get off on humiliation, but it was never something I’m into.
Except…that’s not true. Isn’t being watched by him humiliation?
Exhibitionism, I think. Not humiliation. But now…now I can see how they go hand in hand.
