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I know he wants sex, but regardless of his bank balance, he wouldn’t offer all this if this arrangement were traditional. Given what I know of him, I expect the full Fifty Shades experience, paddle and bondage included.
"You."
ChapterThirty-Six
Though it’s the obvious response any player would have given, my heart skips a beat.
Oh, he’s good.
I lift a brow, not fooled.
"Under terms that you would usually reject out of hand," he discloses.
I'm glad he's proving that he's after something kinky, weird, and probably degrading, like I suspected all along.
Now if only the swarm of butterflies fluttering in my tummy could get the memo, that would be great.
You.
His fingers need to stop grazing my skin.
I clear my throat. "What terms?"
I look down to avoid the intensity of his burning gaze.
"I'll get you—all of you—every Friday.” He cracks a rare, sincere smile that looks more amused than devious, for once. “You can be my girl Friday."
"Pretty sure girl Friday doesn't mean whatever it is you have in mind."
"Doesn't it?" he muses.
An hour ago, I would have been quite certain he was joking, but now I know how divorced from reality he truly is. Maybe he’s serious. "Girl Fridays areassistants."
"Oh, you'd certainly assist me.” He bites his lower lip, and for some reason, I shiver.
Why do I keep reacting the wrong way? He should disgust me, or at least, I should be too scared of him to be affected by him.
“It'll be twenty-four hours where you're exclusively mine.” Camden finally stops touching my arm. “Mine to play with, mine to order about. Mine to share, when I'd like.”
He’s all business now; the smirks and teasing are gone. Before, he wanted me distracted, malleable. Now he wants me cowed, intimidated, so he’s focusing his darker energy, shedding his pleasant demeanor like it’s just an outfit he wears when he wants to.
Manipulative dick.
I suck in a breath and stare back at him, willing myself to concentrate on the important part.
"Share," I echo, infusing the word with as much outrage as I can muster.
My posture and tone are the picture of disapproval, but I can’t deny the tingling of awareness coursing through me.
“You’re going to blow a few cocks like they’re your favorite lollipops,” he’d told me. I did just that…and now he wants more of the same. More degradation, more obscenities. More moments when my body doesn’t feel like it belongs to me.
"Am I supposed to pretend you and I don't enjoy playing with third parties, princess?"
My lower lip trembles. He is depraved and twisted, but I knew as much going in. If I’m honest, I expected worse. He said he’d like to share me. Nothing about beating me in the name of pleasure, or keeping me as his sex slave permanently. He just wants Fridays. It seems reasonable, all things considered, especially weighed against what he proposes to give me.
Half a million dollars.
I try to clear my head and pinpoint anything that seems too weird, too dirty for me. "And I wouldn't have any say in who you'd share me with?"
