Page 47 of Forgive Me For I Have Sinned

I swallow thickly, realizing I'm in his chair like I own the place. "Oh…um…I'm sorry." I stumble blindly, getting out his chair, careful not to drop the plastic-covered plates and trying to clean up the mess.

When I toss everything away and move so he can sit, I notice he's watching me like a lion waiting to pounce. He's quiet, his hands are in his trousers pockets, waiting. For what? I don't know.

"I hire people to clean," he says, before taking a seat. "I had a meeting this morning."

I sit in the chair in front of his desk, and when he places his hands on the smooth glass surface, I notice the first two knuckles are red and swollen over white spots of skin from the scabs I saw at the Galleria that were almost healed. He stares at me when he notices me looking at them but doesn't say anything.

I find the courage to gently reach out with my hands and gently caress the red skin, leaning across his desk. "Getting into trouble," I say in a soft voice. His lips twitch, and I know he wasn't at a meeting.

He probably beat the shit out of someone, and it isn't the first time. When I learned that he existed, I was consumed with wanting to learn everything about him, like every girl does when she is crushing hard on a guy. I wanted to know what he was into, what he liked, where he hung out, if he was single or had a girlfriend––so I could hate her because she was with the guy I considered mine when I would daydream about him in class. In those dreams, instead of him kissing her and taking her out on a date, it was me. I overheard Reid one time complain about Alaric's character but what stood out the most to me was Alaric's bad temper. He would fight with anyone who got in his way or wronged him.

He’s as violent and as lethal as they come when you think of the sons of Kenyan. The villain of all villains. The one you don't cross. He is heartbreak guaranteed, but it doesn't keep the girls away; it attracts them even more, even if they know there is no future. Alaric doesn't have a girlfriend or plan to get married like the rest of his generation, but that didn't stop me when I turned eighteen and wanted something bad enough, having waited so long to get it. You don't care. You go for it.

"I caught my hand on a door."

"Did it hurt?"

"You should see the door."

"What did the door do?" I ask playfully.

"It got in my way." He looks behind me, and his gaze slides back on mine. "Lock the door."

I get up and do as he asks, hearing him move around the room behind me. Once the lock is in place, I see hooks on the wall with chains I hadn't noticed before because a wall slides up, hiding the toys hanging behind it. He must not like to take his women home. He pulls the chains, the sound clicking against each loop. There are leather wrist cuffs on each end as he holds them in each hand.

"Come here." I hear the chains rattle. "Take off the dress and leave everything else on."

I untie the dress, letting it fall in a puddle of black silk at my feet. I watch his pants tighten between the space of his suit jacket, right under his belt. I hate belts. "Hold both wrists out."

I hold out my hands and watch him fasten the cuffs on each wrist chained to the wall. "Why are you cuffing my wrists?"

He looks up. "I want to ensure you don't leave my office until I tell you to." He leans in close. "I want to see you dressed like this and watch you come."

"What if I need to use the bathroom?"

"Then you'll go, but if you run, I'll punish you."

A chill runs down my skin, my nerves on end, and I look away. "W-with what?"

He lifts my chin with an index finger so I can look at him and frowns. "I would never physically hurt you, Veronica." He cups my pussy, pulling me toward him. "This…is mine…I'll punish you, but I'll make sure you like it."

Mine. I know he means I'm his for as long as he allows it. There is no way he means it permanently. He must see the confusion mixed with the look of terror on my face. "This is not a game." His red knuckles slide up my stomach and stop at the side of my breasts, causing the nerves to tighten all over my skin. My nipples are hard underneath the lace. He stares at my heavy breasts for a couple of seconds and asks, "May I?"

I nod, watching his head dip as he flicks his tongue over the lace petal. Arousal grips me, sending intense pleasure between my thighs. My breath comes in quick when he moves to the other breast. I squirm and it causes the elastic string to tighten, causing heat between my legs and around the lips of my pussy.

"Mmm…" My fingers pull his perfectly-combed hair. "If you're going to cause the mess between my legs, then it's only fair everyone knows what you've been up to." He grins, flicks the lace to the side with his tongue, and holds my breasts with both hands. He traces the area around my nipple in tiny little circles, and when I think I'm going to scream from the intense pleasure, he flicks my nipple with the flat part of his tongue, sucking it inside his mouth and then the other. "Oh, God." I moan, holding his head, so he won't stop. "Please," I beg.

"What do you want?"

"Your fucking tongue, everywhere."

His eyes flick up, and his hand shoots to a button on the wall I didn't notice before, causing the chain to retract. "Stand with your back against the wall."

The cuffs have rings that allow free movement, so I can turn without crossing the chains. When the chains shorten, giving me no choice but to stand with my back against the wall, it causes my arms to spread like open wings at his mercy.

He removes his suit jacket and walks over to a box I hadn't noticed sitting on the couch on the far wall by the bar. He opens it and removes a black leather rabbit mask with a silver metal cross in the middle. "I bought this for you," he says, holding it up.

He walks over, places it over my head, ensuring it fits securely on my nose and the openings around my eyes. Once it's on, he steps back. "It looks gorgeous on you."

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