Page 110 of Savage Don

“It’s your dessert,” I smirk. “That is, unless you think you’re too full for dessert?”

Those perfect hazel eyes slowly leave the wicked cross. When they fall on me, I get a glimpse of something unexpected.

The familiar glimmer of Francesca’s competitive fire flashes across her face.

She doesn’t want to lose. She doesn’t want to quit.

But there’s more to the look she’s giving me; something that makes her bite down on her lower lip and cup her hands at her waist.

Arousal. Lust. Desire.

She really does want more.

I’ll give it to her.

“I’m not full,” she whispers. After one final deep breath, my princess steps out of the light of the closet, and into the darkness of the dungeon. “But I don’t know if I want this.”

“Too rich for you?” I tease.

“Too dirty.”

“There’s no difference,” I teach her. “In our world, there is no clean money or uncorrupted power. It’s all filthy, and you only stay on top by taking control of it.”

Reaching out through the darkness, I offer Francesca my hand. She hesitates to take it, much like she did at dinner earlier. Unlike at dinner, though, she doesn’t try to justify her uncertainty this time. Not out loud.

“Is this another lesson, or another test?” she finally asks. My hand is still reached out as she steps past it, brushing by my shoulder to inspect the cross herself.

“This is for fun.”

“I doubt it.”

“You don’t think this looks fun?”

“I didn’t say that. But nothing is ever so straightforward with you. Don’t think I’m so naïve that I don’t know that.”

Turning around, I slip the hand she just rejected beneath the falling straps of her dress, letting my fingers caress her soft, tender skin.

In response, a warm shiver washes over her body, prickling the tips of my fingers and filling me with an irresistible urge for more.

“This will be straightforward, kitten. I promise. No games. No politics. Just pain and pleasure.”

“I’m sick of pain.”

“You’ve never felt pain like this before. It will fill you right up and leave you begging for more.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“It will, princess,” I whisper, kissing the back of her neck as I strip her from the dress. “It will...”

Francesca doesn’t resist, and it only takes a single breath before she’s completely naked, her beautiful evening gown on the floor at her ankles.

“How does it work?” she asks, her chin rubbing against her shoulder as she tries to look back at me. But I hold in her in place, even gently pushing her towards the cross.

“I tie you up against it, and then I make you feel things you’ve never felt before.”

“There’s more than what you’ve already made me feel?”

“So much more, kitten.”