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“I’m going to turn the light on,” he murmured. “But you’ll have to tell me where it is.”
Sonia cleared her throat. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so shaken up by sex. Or by anything.
“There’s a lamp on the nightstand next to you.”
10
Monday
10:14 p.m.
Moving his hand over the bedside table, Brendan found the lamp and switched it on.
Sonia’s room was decorated in deep, warm colors. Black-and-white photos of dancers hung beside a mirror in an ornate gold frame. A rug patterned with floral vines lay on the polished wood floor. The bed was a mess, the dark red comforter rumpled, the sheets untucked and pillows scattered everywhere.
Sonia gazed up at him, her brown eyes narrowed in the sudden light. Her skin was flushed, showing evidence of his nips and bites.
Brendan blew out a breath, his head still spinning. He wanted to cuddle, but Sonia didn’t strike him as the type.
For the next seven days, I’ll do whatever you want.
“I want to hold you,” he said simply.
Her eyes widened, shimmering. “Then do it.”
He pulled her into his arms. She tensed, then relaxed, her head drooping onto his chest.
“Well, damn. That was…something,” Sonia murmured.
“It was definitely something.” Brendan rested his hand on her back, trying to think of what to say. A joke, anything. “Will you still respect me in the morning?”
“A lot more than I did yesterday.”
They lay together quietly. Sonia’s skin was soft and smooth, giving off waves of heat. Brendan shifted to pull her closer. Again, she stiffened. But after a minute, she wrapped her arms around him and snuggled into his embrace.
Something told him Sonia wasn’t used to being held.
He listened to their breathing, mingled in synchrony. His muscles throbbed, and his back smarted from the tracks of her nails. Sonia had fought him with everything she had.
Had he really just shown her so much of himself? She’d learned secrets about him that no one else knew. How much he enjoyed being the bad twin — the evil twin. Even Ian and Diana didn’t know how much he longed to fuck everything up, to tarnish the golden-boy image. Now that he’d gotten a taste, he wanted more.
He just hoped he could keep those urges under control.
And Sonia, the prickly tough girl, had given him her tears.
Fuck,Brendan thought.What now?
Finally, he broke the silence. “Have you done anything like this before?”
Sonia laughed. “Oh…once, I guess. Not like this, though.”
“Yeah?” He tickled the back of her neck. Lazily, she slapped his hand away.
“I did some choreography for a theater production at Yale. I hooked up with one of the actors, and he wanted to fool around with the costumes. It was set in Victorian times. We enacted this whole bodice-ripper scene.” Sonia put the back of her hand on her forehead. “Oh, Lord Worthington!” she swooned in a high-pitched voice. “You shouldn't be so bold. I couldn't possibly...oh no... What are you doing? You mustn't unlace my corset!”
Brendan spluttered with laughter. “I can't picture you doing that.”
“I couldn't either.” Sonia grinned up at him. “It was impossible to get through without cracking up. Hey, try everything once, you know?”
