And I don’t try to pull away from what that means.
I don’t want to.
CHAPTER 38
SOREN
Well well well.
Very few things take me by surprise. I’m good at reading a room. At anticipating what people haven’t yet said.
But my little poison never ceases to amaze me.
And she just did it again.
The words coming out of her mouth more delicious and depraved than I ever could have dreamed.
She always had potential.
But I thought it would take time to get her to that place. Months—maybe years—of evolving her. Breaking her down piece by piece.
She has a shell around her—of that there’s no doubt.
And that made me think her initial fantasies would be softer—more vanilla. Light bondage. Dirty talk. Safe positions she could hide behind.
But the filth coming out of her mouth—the way she’s already pictured it. It’s like she skipped the introduction and went straight to themasterclass.
Ivy—you never fail to impress me.
And that’s very hard to do.
I meant what I said. I’ll fulfill every fantasy my little poison has for me. And then I’ll take them further.
When she least expects it, I’ll take everything from her.
Consume her.
Enjoy her fear. Her hesitation. The moment she doesn’t know what comes next.
Because I will take it all the way.
I will have all of her. Every part.
There’s no question of that. The only question is when.
And I haven’t decided that yet.
We’ll take it one depraved step at a time.
And then I’ll be gentle. I will be soft. I will be tender.
Until she’s craving it.
Until she doesn’t want to stop.
Anonymous:
I’m still here.