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“Don’t ignore me,” I whispered hoarsely.
“Don’t worry, babe.” He traced my jaw. “I knew you wouldn’t like that. That’s why there’s door number two.”
“What’s behind door number two?”
He smiled. Taunting me, drawing this out. “Choose it and you’ll find out. I promise, you’ll have my full attention the whole time.”
His tone made me shiver. The space between our bodies pulsed.
“There’s also door number three,” I pointed out. “It’s behind me. I can walk through it.”
“True. You’re always free to leave.” His fingertip returned to my jaw, drawing a line down my neck, leaving a trail of liquid fire. I clutched the doorknob. “Is that what you want?”
He already knew the answer, and I wanted to slap the satisfied look off his face.
I loosened my grip on the doorknob. “Door number two.”
Patrick bent and kissed me hard. The shock of it was violent, scrambling my senses so I couldn’t tell if the kiss was a reward or a punishment. His tongue was hot and taking, mashing into mine.
My heart thudded in my chest, my hands sliding over his wool jacket. He shrugged it off, pitching it across the room onto his desk chair.My coat was next, his movements rough and efficient. Fear shot through me. I grabbed his waist.
“I can’t take a lot of pain,” I pleaded.
“I know, babe.” His patient voice contrasted with his haste. “It’s not going to be like that.”
I was sweating, hot, excited and scared. With my coat off, I was exposed in my halter top and tight black pants. My thighs were damp, excitement heating up my crotch.
I stood nervously by the door while he closed the curtains, straightening them so they covered the windows completely.
“What are you doing?”
He walked toward me, his face cold, his step purposeful. Dangerous. My pulse sped up, and I squeezed my thighs together against the heat in my pussy. He was coming closer…closer…
Then he reached past me to turn out the light. The room plunged into darkness, and my stomach dropped.
Instinctively, I grabbed his arms as he pushed me against the wall.
The first time I visited his room, he’d asked the question so softly in bed.Are you afraid of the dark, Christina?
I always have been,I’d whispered, as he stroked my body, securing my trust.
Maybe you like the dark more than you think.
“Patrick, this isn’t funny,” I said unsteadily.
“It’s not supposed to be.”
Breath met my ear. Lips found the base of my neck. My heartbeat was ragged in my chest. The room was velvet, impenetrable. I couldn’t see a thing. He pinned me against the wall with his bulk, one leg between mine, his fingers tightening on my upper arms. The tongue teasing my neck would have been soothing, if the lamp had been on.
“Jesus Christ,” I whispered.
“Are you afraid of the dark?” he whispered. “I don’t need the lights on to read you like a book.”
I shot my right arm toward the switch. A heavy hand clamped my biceps and shoved my arm down to my side.
“When you earn it.”
“Turn the lights on.”
