Page 45 of Slay Me

When she comes back out, she’s wearing a robe. After drying her vibrator with a washcloth, she places it back in her drawer and closes it, finally turning to face me. “Want me to untie you?”

“Not yet,” I reply. Partially because I’m not ready to leave. But mostly, it’s because I don’t trust myself.

“So your name is Dante,” she says. She says it, and another bond is formed between us. A layer of trust that wasn’t there before and one she likely doesn’t even realize.

“I need you to understand how important it is that you don’t tell anyone my name.”

“Why?”

“You are the only person in this world who knows it, Liv.”

“Your security team?”

I shake my head. “In my world, names hold power.”

“What kind of power?”

“The kind that will get me killed.”

“If I tell you to kneel, will you?” she questions, brow arching. She’s toying with me, taunting me, and fuck me if I’m not enjoying it.

Which is why I don’t hesitate. And I don’t lie. “For you…yes.”

Chapter15

Liv

Dante sits across from me, his expression deadly serious. “For you…yes.”Part of me wants to test that theory. To order him to kneel at my feet. But that type of power is seductive, so I push it aside…for now. My body is still flush with color from what can only be described as an orgasm to end all orgasms.

Even without him touching me, I reached heights I’d only ever dreamt of. Wonder what it would be like if he was the one making me come?

“Why me?”

His rust-colored gaze holds mine. “What do you mean?”

“I’m hardly the most attractive woman here,” I say honestly. It’s not me seeking compliments. What I'm stating is a fact. Fiona is stunning in her strength, and I may despise Valentina, but she is gorgeous. Drop-dead stunning even. “And I’m certainly not the most powerful. Yet, here you are, offering to kneel at my feet and telling me your real name.”

Dante smirks, and my insides burn for him. The need to feel his hands on my body is nearly as overwhelming as my desire to escape…nearly. But, if the two could go hand in hand— “You underestimate your value,” he finally says.

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

He lets out a low growl. “There is something about you. Something you will not understand.”

“Is it because you’re a dragon?” I fold my legs up beneath me and face him. “Legends say your kind is incredibly territorial.”

Dante snorts. “Understatement.”

“Is that why your skin is so sensitive?” I question. “Because of your heightened senses?”

Something passes over his expression, it’s unreadable and gone before I can so much as take a more focused look at it. “Yes.”

“No one knows what you are.”

“And no one can,” he reminds me. “My name either. That is only to be used in private. Do you understand me?”

In private.Does that mean there will be more of these? I nod. “Promise.” Leverage. For the first time in twelve years, I have leverage over a man feared by most. Over a beast capable of destroying cities and setting the world on fire.

“I’ve given you information about me. Seems only fair you tell me something about you.” Dante leans back in his chair, looking nearly relaxed despite his bound hands.

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