Page 94 of Sinner's Storm

“What about you?”

“You are my wife. Harlow is my daughter. I will be with you. There will be times I’m needed in the city for business and club stuff, but I can work from anywhere. I called and talked to my mom. She has agreed to move onto the property as well. Robin will be staying in the city.”

“What about the bar?”

“The club will take over the daily running of the bar.”

With caution and precision, carefully selecting my words, I quietly muttered, “I want to know what’s going on, but I don’t. I don’t think it will matter what you say, because I know for all of you to go out of your way like that, it must be bad. So, I won’t ask. But are you sure this is the only way?”

He silently nodded.

I gazed out of the window. My eyes were drawn towards the mesmerizing view of Central Park, and I couldn’t help but let out a sigh. “The park is so pretty at night. I’ve always loved Central Park. All the grass, trees, and flowers. I remember having a birthday there once, before Dad moved us to Arizona. I remember just lying in the grass with my mom as we pointed out cloud animals in the sky. It was a perfect day.”

I wondered if I would ever have a perfect day like that again.

I knew what Jason was trying to tell me, and while the situation scared me, I trusted him to know what was best.

This was his world.

Not mine.

“Just promise me one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“If it gets really bad, don’t lie to me and tell me everything will be okay. I’m good with the truth. Not lies.”

“I can do that,” he said, wrapping his arms around me, kissing my neck. Sighing, I welcomed the warm touch of his lips.

My husband had an unquenchable thirst for success. The man expected my utmost dedication, while he wholeheartedly devoted himself to every situation, including me.

With a sharp intake of breath, my startled reaction was evident as he forcefully yanked the towel away from my vulnerable frame, proceeding to guide me gently onto the inviting surface of the bed. Without hesitation, he swiftly removed his jeans, before laying on top of me, his bare skin molded against mine. Pinning my hands above my head, he pressed his mouth against my quivering flesh.

Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed a pair of handcuffs that hadn’t been there earlier.

That’s when I noticed an ice bucket along with some other nefarious looking items.

“Where did those come from?”

“I was a boy scout. I’m always prepared.” He flashed me a wicked grin before skillfully restraining my wrists to the headboard using the cuffs. Jason never held back. The few times I had spent with him, he always went above and beyond, making sure to include every little thing. In matters of sex, he possessed a refined taste and a deep understanding of a woman’s body. He was known for his devotion and singular focus, always giving his all to whatever he set his mind to. Driven. He wasn’t a wham bam thank you ma’am kind of guy. He was the one who thoroughly enjoyed his meal, savored it, took his time until I melted into his mouth. Only then would he allow me to float off into a dreamscape of his making.

After securing my legs, he took a step back to admire my vulnerable position, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

Leaning down, he pressed his lips against mine in a passionate kiss before pulling away.

“Damn, you’re fucking hot like this. If I had half a brain, I’d keep you like this forever,” he said before reaching for the ice bucket.

Curiosity crossed my features when I observed him with a bucket of ice, wondering what he had in mind. I answered my own question moments later when he slyly placed an ice cube in his mouth, sending a wink my way before lowering his mouth to my chest.

I felt a jolt of pleasure when his mouth latched onto one of my hard nipples, causing me to moan out loud. The extreme contrast between the heat and ice caused me to let out a deep, involuntary groan. He switched to my other breast, and I could feel a subtle shift in his touch, confirming my uncertainty. He made sure to give each of my nipples equal attention before flashing a seductive smile while he moved further down my body. When his head reached the same level as my spread legs, he lowered it, causing me to let out a cry.

I gasped breathlessly when the contrasting sensations of the icy touch and the warm wetness of his tongue assaulted my senses. A low, guttural groan escaped me when his tongue made its way up my inner thigh, igniting a fiery trail in its wake.

He wasn’t going to merely push me to the brink of madness.

No, his satisfaction wouldn’t be complete until he reduced me to begging.

My voice filled with desperation, and I whimpered, pleading for mercy as I futilely tugged at the restraints that held me captive.