Page 59 of The Wicked

“Do you work with him?”

“Not really.”

“That’s not a proper answer.”

“Dad gave him an office and a fancy title, but he rarely shows up more than once a week.”

“That sucks.”

“It’s better for both of us that way.”

“That also sucks.”

“It does. And do you know what else sucks?”

“What?”

Before I could blink, I was on my back underneath him again.

“Allow me to show you.”

My head fell back as Garrett went to work with his tongue. He took over my senses, my body, my mind. I got lost in him, and what was more, I loved it. For so many years, I’d fought in vain to retain some semblance of control over my life, and only now did I discover that giving in to his mastery and obeying his soft commands to drop my knees to the side, to hold on to the cool iron of my bed frame, to turn over and raise my ass in the air could bring relief. Relief that I was finally able to surrender responsibility to somebody who wanted to give rather than take.

I barely knew him, and nothing about what we were doing could be described as normal, but in a strange way, I trusted him. Trusted him not to screw me over. Well, of course he was screwing me, but we’d waited until the third date, so that was good, right? Respectable? Third sort of date, anyway. Was this even a date? He’d just shown up and—

The sting of his hand on my ass sent that train of thought skittering into oblivion.

“If you’re thinking of anything but my cock right now, stop.”

“Sorry.” It came out as a whisper.

He ran a hand up my back slowly, ass to neck, then fisted it in my hair, tilting my head and turning it so he had access to my mouth. Instead of kissing me, he pulled my bottom lip between his teeth and nipped hard enough to sting, watching me closely for a second before he let it go.

“I’ve needed to do that for a long time.”

I wasn’t prepared for the rush of heat that burned through me at his words and the tiny bite of pain. That wasn’t normal either, was it? To enjoy that sort of thing? The ache between my legs didn’t lie, and with that feeling came shame because I was learning so much about myself tonight and I wasn’t sure—

“When we’re fucking like this, you think of me and only me, Cinderella.”

This time, there was no gentle easing. He slammed into me, and I gasped at the sudden intrusion. He was bigger, I was fuller, and there was room for nothing else.

“Fuck!”

“Better.”

I heard the smile in his voice as he pulled on my hair, arching me up against him. He cupped my breasts in both hands, first caressing gently, then surprising me with a hard pinch as he caught my nipples between thumb and forefinger.

“Oh!”

One hand moved downward, and the release was like nothing I’d ever experienced. In a good way. The best way.

“What’s your safe word?” His lips brushed against my ear, and the vibrations went straight to my core.

“I—”

“Tell me.”

“Sh-shark.”

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