Page 54 of Twisted Hearts
A hint of a smirk teases his lips as he moves closer, reaching up to cup my jaw and my face.
“I’m not going to hurt you,solnishka,” he growls quietly before lowering his lips to my ear in a way that makes my chest squeeze tighter. “Unless you ask me to.”
Heat explodes in my core, my face throbbing.
“I like your dress.”
I flush. “Thank—”
“Take it off.”
Desire pools between my thighs. A shiver tickles down my spine. Nodding, I set my bag down on the edge of a couch and undo the tie at my waist. The dress falls open, and with a burst of bravery, I shrug it off my shoulders to let it drop to my feet.
Gavan growls deeply in his chest, his jaw clenching as his eyes sweep over me. And again, as it frequently does when I disrobe in front of him, his gaze seems to linger on the scars on my thigh and shoulder. His eyes narrow, and a flicker of something I can’t read sparks behind them.
I can never tell if that anger I see in him when he sees my scars are because he views them as blemishes on what’s “his”. Or if it’s because they remind him of Leo, his former captain who ordered the bombing that gave these to me, who was also plotting to take Gavan himself out, too.
Gavan swirls his finger in the air. “Turn around for me.”
My face throbs as I do as he asks, turning slowly and feeling his eyes drag hotly over my skin. When I’m back around facing him, my belly ties in knots at the fierceness in his gaze.
“Come.”
He takes my hand and leads me to the staircase. He has me walk up ahead of him, and I swear I can feel the physical heat of his eyes on my ass as he follows behind me.
At the end of a dark, moodily-lit hall, we come to a stop at a door. Gavan opens it, leading me through, and my eyes widen.
Holy shit.
It’s a bedroom, obviously. But it’s also pretty clear it’s nothisbedroom. Not the one he usually sleeps in, at least.
Virgin or not, I’m pretty sure this particular bedroom isn’t for sleeping in at all.
There’s no windows. At all. The walls are a deep stone color, and the only light comes from long strips of warm-toned but dim LED lights by the floor around the perimeter of the room. It has the effect of giving the whole place an almost sinister erotic feel.
A bed takes up most of the far wall—a massive four-poster made of more dark wood, with the posts and frame around the top all done in black metal.
Like a cage.
My eyes widen and my throat tightens as my gaze drifts around the room—to the small leather couch against the wall opposite the bed, next to the door I’ve just walked through. Then to the table full of…toysagainst another wall.
Whips and floggers. Handcuffs. Chains and ropes. Plugs of several different sizes.
Raw, sensual desire mixed with a heady nervousness floods my system as the door shuts behind me with a soft click. Gavan’s hand brushes casually but possessively over my hip as he walks past me and sits on the sofa. He turns to me, his eyes cool and impassive as he raises a hand and curls those two fingers at me.
“Come here,solnishka.”
My head buzzing, my breath coming shallow and fast, I walk to him.
“Stop right there,” he growls when I’m standing midway between him and the bed. “Take it all off except the heels.”
I’ve been naked in front of him before. I’ve had his cock in my mouth and his cum down my throat. I’ve had his mouth on me, making me writhe and scream.
But somehow, the stakes seem higher now. The intensity is jacked through the roof. Because, this time, he’s going to fuck me.
I’m about to lose my virginity to this man.
…and it’s a thought that has meverywet.