Page 43 of The Devil is a Dom


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ChapterFifteen

Eden

I had cooped myself up in my bedroom all day.

I wanted nothing to do with this place or that fucking hellacious man until it was absolutely imperative for me to emerge. I stood in front of the full-length mirror inside of the smallest walk-in closet I’d ever seen in my life, and as I tilted my head off to the side, I took stock of the long t-shirt that donned my body.

If that man was going to be cutting me out of more clothes, then he wasn’t going to ruin another luxuriously expensive nightgown.

I sighed as my phone alarm started going off. 7:55, right on the nose. I walked over to my cell and swiped against the screen, shutting the damned thing off. I had three minutes to ready myself mentally for what was about to happen.

Then, I started back down into the basement.

“Right on time, as always,” Dominik said.

I scoffed as I hopped off the last step.

“Got a pep in your step, I see,” he said with a grin.

I clicked my tongue. “Don’t flatter yourself. I slept most of the day.”

“Good,” he said as his eyes grew predatory, “because you’re going to need your strength tonight.”

My gaze cascaded down his body, noting the fact that he was in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. I tried not to stare at the thick bulge between his legs, and I forced my eyes toward the contraption he was standing beside. I furrowed my brow as I slowly walked toward it, taking it all in. I felt his gaze slithering along my body, eyeing me up and down like a piece of meat.

But I did my best not to let it phase me as I nodded toward the X-shaped wooden… thing against the wall.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“It’s a St. Andrew’s cross. Stand in front of it.”

I eyed the leather restraints at all tips of the cross. Fan-fucking-tastic. That asshole was about to strap me down again. I sighed heavily as I turned to face him, preparing myself to have my arms strapped up above my head once more.

But instead, he simply shook his head. “The other way. Face the wall.”

My ass cheeks automatically clenched. “I figured you’d want--”

I’d never get used to how quickly he moved, and before I could get my statement out his hand wrapped its way around my throat. “Now, little girl.”

My nostrils flared with frustration. I wanted to smack him across his face for calling me that. I was no girl. I was a strong, valiant, intelligent woman. I snarled at him before I ripped away from his grasp. I turned around, my back facing him while I stared at the black-painted wall in front of me.

And as he yanked my arms above my head, he made quick work of wrapping those velvet-padded leather restraints around my ankles and wrists.

“What? Scared I might slap the shit out of you?” I asked.

He chuckled as his fingertips trailed along the backs of my legs. “More like… I enjoy watching a woman’s body cave at the force of the kind of orgasm that only I can give her.”

I rolled my eyes. “Jesus, it’s like you think you’re God or something.”

And that’s when he spanked my already sore ass. “I saw that.”

I swallowed down the growl working its way up the back of my throat. “Let’s just get this over with, yeah?”

He gripped my hair and yanked my head back before his lips found my ear. “Keep up that attitude and it’ll be nothing but me marking you with my hand until you cry out for mercy. Got it?”

I swallowed hard. “Got it.”

He shoved my head forward. “Good.”

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