Page 64 of Inflict

He wasn’t sure he could handle this.

“It’s not that big of a problem,” Evelyn added after a moment of silence. “It’s not like I’m screaming in pain, asking you to stop or something.”

Connor leaned forward, closer to Evelyn, as he said, “It is a problem, lass. It’s a problem because now my attention is somewhere else entirely, and instead of getting this out of the way before we started, now we have to deal with it before I can continue.”

A coy smile curved her lips. Whether she meant to tease him, or challenge him, Evelyn leaned in closer, too. “And how do you plan to do that?”

He had figured out over the past two weeks that Evelyn had taken his advice in one way. She was no longer attempting to play a game with him, because she didn’t need to when he was upfront with whatever his feelings were for the day. He noticed her watching him quite often, how her gaze lingered, and the curiosity there.

She was confused.

She was lost.

She was lonely.

She was also a woman.

He had no intentions of pretending like she was anything but a grown woman.

Connor’s desires were his greatest weakness. He was quickly learning that Evelyn had the ability to own every single one of them. This was no exception.

“Not me, love, you.” Connor smirked when her eyes widened. “Don’t turn shy on me; it wasn’t me who sat my arse down here today, trying to pretend like this didn’t turn me on.”

Her fire was back in a blink, her gaze dropping to his cock again. She had certainly come to show more of her true self over the last weeks with him, and he was happy about that fact. He thought there was more to come, yet. Perhaps she needed more time, but he was willing to push her, if he thought it would get her there faster.

“No, you’re not the one hiding anything, are you?” she asked.

“It’s not about me, lass.”

She scoffed. “Sure.”

“Don’t be trite because you’re embarrassed.”

“I’m not—”

“Liar. And I bet you’re squeezing your thighs as tight as you are because you don’t want me to know how goddamn wet you are or that you’ve soaked your knickers straight through. How right am I, Evelyn?”

Her cheeks heated as her lips popped open. “I—”

“Are you going to lie again?”

Evelyn sucked in a sharp breath before she whispered, “No.”

“I haven’t even gotten started yet, and you can’t handle it as it is. I don’t mind—it’s not that you’re hot and sweet that’s the problem, love. Trust me, that doesn’t bother me a bit, and especially not because of why. It’s that you didn’t tell me so I knew, so it could have been taken care of before we started. That’s a problem.”

“I’m sorry.”

Her remorse was mixed heavily with a dose of her embarrassment. Connor could hear it as clear as day, and he wished that wasn’t the case. He didn’t want her feeling ashamed of her kink. The fact she had anything at all that made her hot and wet was a feckin’ miracle. It just made it harder on him that her kink was precisely the thing he enjoyed inflicting on his lovers.

A woman who wanted more, who couldn’t help but to ask and demand more, even when it hurt, was his paradise and flaw, all in one beautiful package. He had yet to find that perfect woman to match him in that regard, though.

But there she was … staring at him.

Waiting.

The second he gave in to his dark, whispering wants, he knew he was going to be royally screwed.

He did it anyway.