Page 142 of Black Light: Cured

The bra hugs her curves like a caress, and I’m struck by the very idea of not seeing her again, of

waking up and not seeing that soft smile as she goes through the arduous process of fixing her hair for

the day. It makes my gut clench. Hell, I don’t even mind the stray hairs I find on my shower walls

anymore. They’re a piece of her, a piece of the woman that I’m falling so desperately in love with, a

woman I’m going to have to leave before I hurt.

Before it hurts more than it already will.

I know it’s selfish, but even with the thoughts in my head, I can’t wait to get my hands on her. Her

body quivers as she stands in front of me, barely even acknowledging Dillon. For some reason, it

makes my heart leap into my throat.

I always knew she wasn’t attracted to Dillon, that it was just the ropes that called to her, but

actually seeing her here, with eyes only for me and excitement pouring off her body, it releases a

worry I wasn’t even aware I had. Unable to resist, I pull her into my arms and press my lips over her

hers, devouring her.

Soft mewls of need claw at her throat as her fingers move over my chest in a desperate attempt to

get even closer to me. But I can’t let her take my clothes off like she wants to. I need all my wits about

me, and without the barrier, I’m liable to just drag her to the floor and fuck her instead of giving her

the rope session she rightfully won.

Dragging my mouth away, we both stand there staring at each other, lust simmering in our eyes.

She wants me just as badly. The rope scrapes against my fingers and I pull it through, drawing my

attention back to the matter at hand.

“Ready for this?”

“Oh, God yes,” she moans, her body wiggling.

“I’m putting you in ropes because you won our little bet, but I’m still going to have some fun with

you tonight. I give you this small rope session, and you take some needles for me. Sound like a deal?”

Lila’s face screws up in concentration, but I see the twinkle in her eyes. “Sounds like you’re

having most of the fun.”

“I’ll let you get yourself off while I’m sliding that metal into your skin.” My breath is raspy, husky

as we stare each other down.

This is my element, pushing her limits with my brand of play. I know what I’m doing. Lila

continues to stare at me, her eyes widening, then she sucks in her bottom lip before she finally nods.