Page 96 of Bloodlust

"Really?" I glance over at the private rooms, grinning because I know the Platinum Suite is free tonight. Leaning over, I place my hands on his knees, my breasts mere inches from his wet, wanting lips. "That could be arranged." I spin around, sitting on his lap. His hard cock presses against my ass as I recline against his chest, my fingers raking through his hair. "But on my terms this time." My tongue grazes his lobe as I whisper, "What do you say, Doc?"

"Yes," Hayden groans, digging his nails into my inner thighs as I rock my hips against him.

A sweet, maniacal chuckle leaves my lips as I adjust my position and dig my heel into his foot—not too hard—I don't know his limits but enough to make a fucking point.

"Yes, what?"

His pupils dilate, a duality of arousal and irritation brimming from his being. "Yes Madam," he grunts, unable to stop his wandering hands as he explores the curves of my body. "Fuck, Cami..." He swallows, tensing in his seat. "I want you so fucking bad."

"What do you want, Doc?" I whisper, continuing to grind against his lap. "You want to fuck me?"

"I wantyou." He inhales as if he's breathless, unable to absorb enough oxygen. "I want all of you." He brushes my hair away. His lips find my neck as he grumbles, "Every inch of your skin." My core clenches, heat collecting in the most infuriating way. He feathers microscopic kisses against my shoulders. "And every piece of your deranged fucking heart."

I gasp at the tempting and taunting pleasure of his words, but there's a blockage. There's a disconnect. I want to believe him. I want to give him everything. But I can't. Not yet. Not until I know he won't break me. That he won't annihilate the last shred of hope I have left.

"I don't have a heart, Hayden," I whisper, detaching myself from his grasp. I hover over him, holding out my hand as I extend an invitation to a place of no return. "You broke it."

"I can fix it," he says with absolute resolve as he laces his fingers through mine. "I promise."

"Maybe," I say, tilting my head. "But first..." I nod to the Platinum Suite. "I need to break you."

"What's in the room?" he asks in a low murmur, standing up.

"Pleasure," I whisper, guiding him toward the suite. Icrane my neck, anticipation coursing through my veins as I toss him a smirk. "And pain."

He's not fazed. Not a bit.

"Whatever it takes."

I smile. "Good start."

But it's just the beginning.

Chapter 26

Galaxy

It was a year after Daniel's death. I was drunk at some bar. There was a man. Average built, nothing special, but he was persistent. I let him buy me a drink and then another and then another. We ended up back at his place. I was drunk but sober enough to notice his demeanor change as soon as we got to his bedroom. "Choke me." He wanted me to choke him.Me. It's like he could tell, he could sense it. He knew I had something dark bubbling inside my soul.

He unleashed it.

And it's been running rampant ever since.

"Strip," I command, the eerie clicking of the lock echoing through the Platinum Suite. "Slowly."

"Hmm..." Hayden hums, inhaling the beautiful fragrance of leather, wood, and lingering sandalwood. He disobeys me, slowly wandering around the dark room, surveying the burgundy-colored walls, the stark black ceilings, the glistening wood floors. His gaze lands on the ironclad grip suspended from the ceiling,various chains, cuffs, and restraints hanging from above. He cranes his neck over his shoulder, meeting my lustful eyes, his own aroused, unafraid. "Your playground?"

"Strip," I say again, striding toward the king-sized bed positioned just to the right of the grip. I sit down, crossing my legs as I toss the toy whip on the floor. "Now."

"Bossy," Hayden smirks, licking his lips as he finds the hem of his black T-shirt. His gaze is strong, sensual, and unwavering as he tosses the shirt beside him. My breathing slows as soft red light highlights his chest, his abs, the perfect smooth trail that leads straight to his cock. He grins, enjoying watching me flustered. "Your turn?"

"No." I inhale a quiet breath, jolting up to my feet. Hayden watches me as I retrieve a riding crop from the cabinet fixed to the wall. A paddle might be fun too, but I'm feeling more naughty than nice tonight. I face Hayden, my gaze flitting down to his pants, a smile spreading on my face as I add, "I said strip, Doctor." I meet his defiant eyes. He's struggling. "Everything."

"Then what?" he asks in a rough, deep tone as he unclasps his belt buckle. "What then, Camilla?" His thumbs dip under his boxer briefs, and he slowly, so goddamn slowly, pulls them lower and lower and?—

Salvia builds up in my mouth as his cock springs forward—erect, enticing, and fucking perfect. I clench my jaw, forcefully yanking my gawking gaze away.

This might be more difficult than I thought.