Page 79 of The Monster and the Masochist

Who was I to refuse her?

No one.

Just a lowly little surf that had been blessed with an invitation to the castle.

Swallowing hard, I turned one of the handles and pushed the door open.

The door to my room swung inwards to reveal my flawless, quivering little masochist.

I was hovering on the thin line of sanity that I’d been playing jump rope with my entire life.

My need for her was so strong it was almost violent, and I forced myself to stay deathly still as I took her in.

She was backlit in the warm glow of the light from the hall, and the shadows snaked around every dip and curve of her lean, yet heavily muscled form.

Her hair was loose, hanging to her jaw in soft waves.

She was completely naked, and I took my time drinking in every inch of her. All that smooth, beautiful skin… She was a perfect contrast of hard lines and soft curves.

My gaze snagged on the thick scar on her left oblique, marking where that sick fuck had plunged a knife deep into her belly.

He’d tried to take her away from me.

I was both glad he was dead and furious that I hadn’t been the one to kill him.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine!

“Come over here,” I ordered, and Theo only hesitated for a moment before taking a careful step forward.

“Cass…” she croaked as she approached the end of my bed.

I was lounging on top of the covers with my back up against the headboard.

My breasts were still exposed over the top of my slip, and Theo licked her lips nervously as she stared helplessly at my chest.

“Get on the bed, Theodora,” I ordered, lazily toying with one of my nipples as I watched her.

Theo swallowed hard, then obeyed.

Every time I told her to do something and she just… did it, a rush of pure, unadulterated dopamine rushed through me.

I could tell her to do fucking anything right now, and she would do it.

My mind raced with the possibilities, and I was unable to keep the satisfied smirk off my face as the end of my bed dipped to accommodate her weight.

So close.

My California king was big enough to fit five Theos, so despite the fact she was kneeling on the edge, waiting for further instruction, she was still much too far away for my liking.

“Come closer, Theodora. Crawl,” I ordered softly, and she immediately dropped her palms to the mattress, getting on all fours.

Even on her hands and knees, she moved like a predator, but the look on her face was pure prey.