The familiar emotion, which can only be comparable to compulsion, rears her ugly little head. She’ll fall prey to all of Victor’s desires. The sensation comes on very strong as Victor plants me into a posh chair in his bedroom. His hands clasp either side of the headrest behind my head, and he peers over me in silence. We did not exchange a single word on the way from the restaurant.
His thumb tips my chin upward. “Why must you defy me, Luxury?”
“Victor.” I exhale deeply, attempting to expel the innate need I have to please, serve, and allow my world to revolve around him.
Why I’m here? Why set myself up for heartache again?
From the start, the setup was designed for my downfall.
I covetedonenight.
I partook inthreefervid nights of ecstasy, praise, and worship.
Dr. Finch took a scalpel to the epicenter of my heart, which had already been plucked in a trillion directions. He divided the tarnished vessel into two halves. On the one hand, I’m afraid the Brit will vanish from my life, maybe not today or tomorrow. On the other hand, I crave madness—some of it—like salacious touches and scandalous kisses. The adventure Mom declared was always meant to be mine.
He unraveled me.
Made me stronger.
It might not appear so when my knees relent to gravity before him, but I’ve never fought my demons. I’d internalized every negative word said.
I mademethe problem.
My frecklesmy rival.
My shy demeanor an invincible enemy.
Now, my heart’s dichotomized, and I’ll still need that sucker if Victor’s pulling a fast one.
I shove aside self-preservation for hope.
Ahopethat we can withstand our differences.
Aprayerthat I’ll never plunge off his rollercoaster.
Pulling back my shoulders, I retort, “I’m not abelongingthat you can pet at will. I’m a human with a soul. All I ask is that you treat me like it.”
“I make you happy.” Again, it's not a question,hisirrelevant to my statementbelief.
“Yes, you capture all my senses. I get so friggen elated, so lost in you, I can’t come down. If we’re going there again, be honest, Vic. How long will you stay?”
Grabbing a tuft of raven hair, Victor grouses, “I’ve no bloody answer, Little One. The research I oversee at Greco—”
“All that matters is you won’t be here indefinitely. If you can’t see past my next orgasm...I’ll take one more for the road then.” My mouth sets in determination.
“Part ways?” His brow kicks. Victor gets on his knees before me. His hands disappear beneath my skirt, and my pussy rains at his intense touch. “Can you deny me?”
“You know your way around my body, Vic. We both know damn well that I’m at a disadvantage. Sex is the only condition between us, huh? What have I denied you, Vic? I’ve given you my body. What have you—”
Nails bite into the insides of my thighs, cleaving them apart. “Am I capable of bloody denying you, Luxury? Look at me as I speak to you!”
My eyes snap to the bedlam brewing in his.
“I’m a pridefulblokefallen to his bloody knees, prostrate before his queen. Groveling—”
“Vic—”
“You’re not the one rejected, Little One! I am!Say you’re mine.”