My first.
My everything.
He doesn’t retreat, but now that his lust has been sated, I can see him questioning it. What he’s
done. He gives me a gentle kiss on the lips and sits up.
“You don’t have to worry,” I tell him. “I’m on the pill.”
He nods, and his fingers tangle with mine. The warm to my cold. The only anchor I’ve ever felt in
my life.
“Chloe?”
“Yes?”
“I have absolutely no fucking idea where to go from here.”
Chapter Ten
Keller
A better man would have walked away.
I am not a good man. I knew it before. But it is clear to me now.
Because I can’t walk away. I can’t stop thinking about her body. I can’t stop myself from wanting to
lay siege to it over and over again.
Her surrender.
That’s the thing I want the most.
I’ve claimed her, and she’s mine.
It’s fucked up. It’s predatory. Wrong on every level.
But she is the thing that I need right now. It pains me to admit it. That I’ve succumbed to such
libertine ways.
At the end of the day, I am a mere mortal. A slave to my hedonistic desires. And she is a goddess
on pointes. A goddess I want to debase in every imaginable way.
So when I walk into my office this morning and find her in my chair, her hand down her skirt, it
pleases me beyond measure.
She looks up at me with half-lidded eyes and a pout on her lips, not an ounce of shame to be found.
“Are you thinking of me?” I ask her as I set my briefcase aside.
“Who else would I be thinking about, Mr. Vaughn?” she smiles.
Fuck. Me.