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Tamping down another frustrated growl, he glanced around the room for a distraction—and found Pike standing in the doorway. The cocky, tattooed DM from Shadows wore a mocking grin as he all but undressed Heavenly with his stare.
Beck’s temper flared. Rolling his shoulders back, he curled his hands into fists, drew in a deep breath, and shot the prick a glare. Pike merely smirked, gave him a mocking salute, then strolled away.
“Who was that?” Heavenly asked. “He looks familiar.”
He couldn’t out Pike—or himself. “Nobody you want to know. You want to talk about that?”
When he gestured to the bronze couple, she shook her head, a rosy flush still hueing her cheeks. “Let’s move on.”
He fisted his shaking hands as they ambled into an adjoining, well-lit room filled with Joshua Lars’s stunning collection of statues.
They both stood silently awed at the elaborate detail and lifelike expressions of each piece. The snow-white sculpture of a sub kneeling on a pillow, bound in ropes, and wearing a bright red blindfold especially captured Heavenly’s interest. Her breathing fell shallow. From this angle, he noticed her nipples draw tight as she fidgeted restlessly.
Beck almost lost his composure and restraint.
Her reaction was much the same when she spied a sculpture depicting a sub lying across an ornately set dinner table, arms bound above her head as if she was the meal. Above her, someone dripped fresh drops of red wax across her breasts.
To the right of that piece, they found a two-toned statue of a sun-kissed man behind a pale woman who bent forward on her knees, arms bound behind her back. He clutched her hips, thumbs sinking into her round ass as he buried himself balls deep inside her, head forever tossed back in ecstasy.
The kitten-soft moan that slid past Heavenly’s lips almost undid Beck. Somehow, he managed not to reach for her, but sweat beaded his brow as the fantasy of taking Heavenly the same way spooled through his head. He’d barely absorbed the fact that she seemed all too open to being dominated and fucked when she tore her gaze to the right and stared slack-jawed at another piece hanging on the wall.
The stark black-and-white photo held a gut-punch far more visceral than any image he’d seen all night.
A naked woman stood against a post, hands tied above her head. Behind her, a fully dressed man reached around her body. The fingers of one hand sank into her breast. The palm of the other silenced her by pressing tightly against her mouth. A startled mixture of pain, fear, and ecstasy filled the woman’s eyes.
The image screamed that she was helpless at her Master’s mercy.
Beck scrutinized Heavenly’s slightly dilated pupils. She seemed transfixed, the pulse point at her neck thrumming wildly.
“Will he hurt her?” she asked softly.
“He might, temporarily. Do you think she’s afraid?”
“No. Her body is…almost relaxed. She wants this.”
For him to play rough. To surprise, startle, and maybe even scare her. “Very observant, little girl. Everything they’ll do is consensual.” He mulled his next move and took a calculated risk. “You like this one.”
“I-it’s intriguing.”
She whispered the words as if afraid of her own desires. All the while, her nipples pebbled even more, jutting beneath the fabric of her dark dress as her chest rose and fell raggedly. The pungent scent of her arousal strengthened, nearly knocking him to his knees.
Heavenly had wicked fantasies of being taken and used and made to perform at a Dominant’s command.
Jesus, they needed to skip the fucking dessert he’d planned so he could take her home, tie her up in pretty shibari knots, and awaken this innocent virgin.
But it was far too soon. None of what he wanted from her—and what she seemingly wanted from a man—would work without trust. He had to know how much she would extend to him before they went any further.
As they left the gallery and walked to his car, Beck held her close to his side. “What did you think of your first art exhibit?”
“It was…amazing. And surprisingly educational,” she said with a laugh. “Some of the pieces icked me out, but most were…I don’t know. Sensual. Intense. Provocative.”
I’d love the chance to make you feel all of that under me, little girl.
The invitation burned the tip of his tongue as he held the car door open. She slid in, lowering her lashes shyly.
Wishing the January night were cold enough to soften his erection, Beck jogged around the vehicle and hopped behind the wheel. “Where would you like to go next? There’s a great bistro that serves a mean crème brûlée down the street. We could—”
“I’d love to, but I need to get back to the hospital by ten.”
“Why?”
“A classmate who volunteers every other weekend promised to meet me so she could return one of my textbooks. I need it for class on Monday.”
