Page 13 of Taint My Soul

Yet I wonder how he will sound when I have him on his knees. I’ll make him worship me with his every breath. I’ll take him apart piece by piece, consume him until he’s unable to recover.

Will those pretty brown eyes turn black when he can’t digest the intensity of my devotion?

The amber light cast over his dark brown skin, making him almost irresistible. He holds himself up and breathes out quietly. The way he carries himself makes my blood rush in anticipation.

A minor detail catches my attention. A scar on the left side of his lower abdomen.

I do not believe in moments like this. I never have. I should look away. But this stranger already captures my attention in a way I can’t explain.

There’s something else I see when I look at him.

Something dark and untamed.

None of the men I have fucked in this place has ever caught my attention the way he does the moment he stepped into this room.

So, I bury those feelings.

The intrigue.

The attraction I have for him.

The defiance I see. I seal them away in a box, chaining it shut so nothing gets out.

I hold the glass to my lips as I continue to take in every curve, every flex of muscle. His lips lift into a smile, and I throw the rest of the drink down my throat, then set the glass on the table. “Come here,” I demand, and he closes the gap between us.

My hand lifts to his jaw, and my grip tightens, eyes assessing him as I ask.

“Name?”

“Rose.”

“When I ask you a question, answer with sir,” I say. His nose wrinkles, just slightly, before he smooths it away. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” He mumbles.

My thumb caresses his stubble. He gasps. That sound is enough to raise my intense gaze to meet his.

I take an antidote for this incurable sickness, and I never let it dig its claws into me.

I’ll never let him control me.

“Strip,” I command and sit down on the chaise lounge chair. I lift my right leg and place it on the left.

His hands hesitate at the band of his shorts, and his eyes flicker to me before he forces them to move.

Raw heat prickles my skin, sending blood straight to my dick. I watch the way his eyes burn with an emotion I can’t name, and I smile without a sound. My dick hardens beneath my pants.

He pulls off his shorts and stands completely stark and exposed in front of me.

“Do you understand why you are here?”

“Yes, sir. I signed the contract.” His lips tremble.

“Good, you understand you solely exist for my needs. That whatever happens in this room means nothing.”

“Yes, sir. I do.”

“I pay you for your services and I want you comfortable.”