The Price (House of Sin #5) - Elisabeth Naughton Page 0,56
sore. Okay, that, I definitely hadn’t expected.
“Like?” she asked, smiling down at me.
“Ah, sì.” I closed my eyes and relaxed, loving the sensations she was building inside me. “You had me worried for a second.”
“Worried how?” She moved her silky hands down my sides then back up to my shoulders.
“I don’t know. Talking about before. Everything’s different now.”
“Everything is different. But I’m not. And you’re not either. And if there’s one thing I know about you, Luc”—her heat surrounded me as she leaned down and brushed her lips against mine once more—“it’s that no matter how gently you can make love, deep down, you are not and never will be a vanilla lover.”
She drew back from my lips, and I blinked into the darkness, confused by her last statement. Then a lighter flared, and I realized what else she’d been hiding next to my hip. The other object she now had in her hand.
A candle.
“You said something else to me. When we were in Venice. When I was struggling with our relationship and the things you wanted from me.”
I sucked in a breath as she held the candle a foot over my chest, letting the flame melt the wax around the wick. Beneath her, my muscles tensed, and I grew rock hard.
“You said you weren’t a sadist. That what you did wasn’t for pain but for pleasure. To train my mind and body to surrender to someone who only wants to please me. You were telling me the truth then. Only, this last week? You haven’t been living that truth. You’ve been denying that part of you that I fell for in Rome and Venice. And until you let that Luc come back to me, things aren’t going to get better. Not completely.”
She looked down at me, the golden glow from the flame illuminating her soft features and heated eyes. “I want that Luc back.” Her fingers tipped the candle so the melted wax rolled right to the edge and hovered. “Don’t you want that Luc back too?”
I clenched my jaw as I stared up at her, fighting an urge that was so primal, so engrained in me, I couldn’t tell if I’d been born with it or if my sick House had corrupted me along the way.
Every day, I fought the urge to dominate her sexually. To take her in any and every way I imagined. To force her to enjoy all the deviant things I liked.
I’d tried to do just that when we’d first been together, and she’d balked along the way. And she’d been right to balk, because one person bending the other to their depraved will wasn’t love. It wasn’t a healthy relationship. And it wasn’t the man I wanted to be. Not anymore.
“No.” My voice was thick, gravelly, sounded nothing like my own, but I held my ground and didn’t look away from her eyes. “I don’t want that.”
She inched her hips back, until her sweet little ass bumped against my aching cock. “Feels to me like you do.” She reached back with one hand and grasped my shaft, massaging my length until I groaned. “You haven’t been this hard in quite a while.”
If she kept stroking me like that, I just might come. “That’s”—I cleared my throat—“biology. You’re sitting on me naked.”
“Really? So if I were to drip this wax onto your chest, it wouldn’t make you hotter?”
Oh holy fuck...
“Tell me no and I won’t do it.”
Her eyes held mine, hot and challenging, and when I didn’t answer, only clenched my jaw and curled my hands into fists above my head, she bit her lip and tipped the candle so a droplet of hot oil splattered over my left pec.
A searing sting, like being snapped with a rubber band, shot through my skin and echoed all around my nipple, causing me to suck in a sharp breath. Arcs of electricity shot outward from the spot and torpedoed straight into my groin, and even though I willed it not to, my cock grew even harder and pulsed against her ass.
A knowing smile spread over her face, and she whispered, “I thought so,” just before she moved the candle to my other pec and let several more droplets fall against my skin.
Each sting of pain was immediately followed up by a pulse of pleasure that only made me harder. And the little vixen knew. She knew and was getting off tormenting me.