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It’s the kink club I have been a part of since diving into BDSM years ago. How in the world does she know?
“Yes,” I answer. I’ll never lie, and I’m not ashamed of my desires.
Anisten is a tall woman. How she can jump up from a sitting position on the floor and dash away without a second thought, all in three-inch heels, is hard to fathom. Still, it’s precisely what she attempts to do.
The Dom in me pushes to the surface, and in my six feet, six-inch frame, I can easily catch up with her, snaking my arm around her waist. “Not so fast, little miss. We’re going to have a grown-up conversation.”
I’ve stunned her, and it’s the first time since we’ve both met that I’ve let Anisten see my Dominant inner self outside the bedroom.
I have her up over my shoulders. “Heaven, you better give in because we’re not finished until I can talk.”
Her legs kick me in the stomach, but I have a plan for them, and with one hand, I hold them tight to me. Her hands are pounding my ass, but this conversation isn’t over, and after a month with me, she’s about to meet a whole other side of Luciano De Santos.
CHAPTERTWELVE
The nerve of this man, picking me up like a sack of potatoes. But there’s something in his tone I’ve never heard, and it has me wanting to obey him.
I choose my own destiny. I’m about to tell him what he can do with his demands until his last words have me completely silent.
“Heaven, you better give in because we’re not finished until I can talk.”
We’ve played the Dom and sub role for a month now. I’d found it fun, something different than the typical vanilla sex I’ve had in the past. With Luca, nothing about him is simple, or boring. No, he takes me to places I’ve never been, both sexually and in every aspect of my life.
He opens the door, and we pass through the small foyer, and his keys clink on the little bookcase against the wall. To the right is his bedroom and to the left is his living room, and because he has silenced me, I hold on for the ride.
He chooses the living room and gently deposits me on his black leather sofa with a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree view of downtown Chicago. I ignore the beauty from outside, bending my legs at my knees, tucking them under my butt, and crossing my arms at my chest like a petulant child being disciplined.
“Now, are you going to stay put so we can have a real conversation?” His voice is hoarse, and three to four octaves lower than his typical conversational tone. “Words, Heaven,” he demands.
“I’m here, aren’t I?” Yeah, I’m being a brat. A woman of my education, and I’m acting petty. He’s insisting we both behave like adults. The nerve of this man.
“Don’t be a brat, Anisten. It doesn’t suit you, baby.” He removes his jacket, turning around to the foyer and placing it on his coat rack. “Would you like something to drink?”
“Something strong,” I answer. “A vodka tonic.” I know he has it because he fixed it for me last night.
“Nope, no alcohol. Clear heads.”
Okay, now he’s gone and done it. “I can drink whatever the fuck I want to drink, Luca.”
He ignores me, crossing the room to the matching sofa, facing me.
“First off, why don’t you start by telling me how you found out I’m a part of Dungeon Elite?”
I stay quiet, sorting my thoughts in my overly scattered brain. Everyone knows of Dungeon Elite. It’s a premiere kink club for the financially able, meaning if you have a kink and money, then it is the club you most likely belong to.
The club’s owner made headlines throughout the years, as many agencies tried to shut it down, but it’s run on the up and up, and Chadwick Westbrook also has deep pockets. But they’re private, expensive as hell, and I know Luca certainly has the money.
“I’m waiting, Heaven.”
I melt when my pet name forms on his lips, but I won’t let him know what it does to me, or at least it’s the illusion I attempt to convey.
“Don’t call me that.” Now, it’s my turn to give a command.
“Good luck with that one.” There’s a pause as if we’re in a standoff. “I’m waiting, Heaven.”
There’s that tone again and his fucking jaw. Why is his jaw sexy?
I cross my arms at my chest, staring at him as he is with me. He won’t scare this answer out of me. “I don’t plan to tell you. I understand that what goes on behind closed doors stays there, but someone I know came as a guest one night. It wasn’t her scene and she didn’t enjoy herself. The man and her parted. I’d shown her a picture of you and she mentioned she’d seen you somewhere. But today it clicked, and because she’d had a bad experience she wanted me to be aware that you’re apparently a member.”
