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She’d thought she’d escaped her past.
Sadly, she was wrong.
Eden Brusillo, owner of the Garden of Eden. The gallery was avant-garde, a location catering to young artisans with rather deviant tastes. Her choice in securing artists had further fueled my sadistic desires into something more possessive than insatiable. Why had I not secured her in her gilded cage already, creating an entirely different world, one of pain and servitude? Because she was special, an untouched flower living in a dangerous world. While I wanted to protect her from the evils surrounding her, my needs were far from being admirable.
I wanted to taste her.
Dominate her.
Fuck her.
Break her.
Own her.
And I would.
Her sacrifice could satisfy the demons, ending the rage that was never far from my mind, allowing for salvation of my soul. I almost laughed at the thought. That’s exactly what my brother had said about the woman he’d planned on destroying. Instead, he’d found his reason for living, his personality changing. The way I felt about her was different, yet the same.
Eden could save my very soul.
But in doing so, would the demons take hers in repayment?
My cock ached as I watched her weave through the crowd, unaware of the monster watching her every move.
“Tonight,mi inocente flor.” Yes, she was an innocent flower yet on this hallowed eve, I would begin tainting her with my needs, demanding her surrender.
As I turned away, the ache refused to leave.
She was already mine.
* * *
“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.”
—Oscar Wilde
Eden
Sex.
Deviant sex to be exact. Raw and rough, painful yet infused with pure ecstasy.
I licked the rim of my champagne glass, imagining being chained like the woman depicted in bold, primal colors, my naked body on display for a man I called my master. A laugh bubbled to the surface. If only my wealthy clients knew how inexperienced I was, refusing to submit to any man under any circumstances. Still, the raunchy painting had sold for an impressive seventy-five thousand dollars, a bargain, or so I’d been told by the artist. That allowed me to live vicariously through the eyes of the artist. I was definitely in the wrong business, owning the gallery instead of painting for one. If only I had the talent needed to carry off such a divergent piece of artistry.
To each their own.
That was the reason I’d received a calligraphy invitation gilded in gold on staunch black cardstock, which was perfect for the gothic-themed charity event. However, my invite wasn’t on the basis the majority of high-powered people in the room would think as they stared at the latest acquisition from my gallery. The erotic piece depicted raw kink and sadism. I certainly couldn’t claim responsibility for the art, other than allowing the artist to depict his highly evocative pieces in my gallery. However, I sensed several of the wealthy, arrogant men in the room were determined to find out if I enjoyed the kind of darkness depicted on the massive piece.
As I gazed at the painting in its prized, permanent location over the massive stone fireplace, I had a sense of pride, thrilled my bank account had just been inflated.
I also shivered from the wicked thoughts coursing through my dirty little mind. The depiction was delicious in its vibrant hues. Although the lines were blurred, requiring the admirer to use their imagination, there was no doubting the contents projected on the canvas.
Heightened pain and pleasure.
And filthy sex.
I took another sip of my champagne, becoming instantly aware of a presence behind me. The scent of his aftershave permeated my senses, creating a series of tingles crawling up and down my legs. I usually didn’t experience such a powerful reaction based on fragrance alone, but the woodsy musk laced with hints of ginger and exotic spices was intoxicating. I didn’t bother turning around, already forced to shove three men aside who’d hidden behind their masks while pawing me like savages.
