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I let my gaze drift to the pavement, and I wring my hands together as black boots stop in front of me.
“Very good. Next time, hands behind your back. This way.”
We walk into the marble opulence that is the lobby and take a private elevator up twenty floors. The doors open to astunning, modern place.
The place is pristine with whites and muted grays, surrounded by walls of glass to take in the park views. There’s a sweeping, suspended staircase in the center hall made of dark wood, steel, and glass.
The whole place drips money. The design is open with clean lines and top of the line custom furniture and art on the walls. It screams posh and sophistication.
But as Mercer leads me through the grand room to a smaller sitting room, I realize it both suits him and doesn’t. I mean, it suits Mercer in asuit. But Mercer, the wild creature in black, doesn’t belong here. That version of him shows the soullessness and lack of character to the place.
He dwarfs it. Draws the eye and attention to himself instead.
Mercer is so damn compelling. A gorgeous, dark Devil. The life that’s missing in this place…I’m certain he ate it. Swallowed it whole. Just like he does to girls like me.
Uses them up and throws them away.
Mercer motions to a chair and he sprawls on the sofa opposite. The gold burn of the recessed lights and the lamps do nothing to bring warmth to the room.
He brings the cold, the callous.
“We need to set the rules, Pollyanna. Right now, with you up here, people watching are thinking you’re where you belong.”
“And where’s that?”
“Sir.”
“Sir.” It rolls too easily off my tongue, sending sparks of terrible delight straight to my clit.
His mouth curves slightly. “On your knees. Servicing me.”
“I…”
“Oh, you’ll be on your fucking knees a lot with my cock down your throat. You’ll offer me your ass and pussy. Beg for abeating. Ready to serve whatever need I might have, or if I choose, someone else’s need.”
His eyes glitter when he says that. I press my lips together to stop the protest.
“IfI choose.” He taps his fingers against the top of the sofa where his arm is stretched. “So it might be in your best interest to make me not want to do that. To share you or loan you out.”
“Yes, Sir,” I say, folding my hands as I sit, almost like my psyche is both folding in and unfurling. “Rules?”
“This game is going to be long. It has to be so we can get in close with the right people, and for me to get what I need before I bring this fucker down. We’re in set-up mode and I need it to be believable.”
“Then you’ll need to tell me more.” I stop. “Sir.”
He laughs, the sound soft and cold and a little cruel. “No, I fucking don’t, Pollyanna. Not at all. Not until it’s time. The less you know the better it is.”
“For whom?”
His smile reappears.
My heart sinks.
“So you need rules for our…arrangement. You do everything I ask. You’re a sub, a new one, but it’s in your DNA. Breaking you in works for my plans. So from now on, this is your new reality. Got it?”
I nod, not trusting myself to speak.
“From now on, you’ll wear dresses and skirts, pretty things with easy access for me to get what I want from you, whenever and wherever I want it. I’ll get you everything you need to play the game.”
