2Rakehell by Debra Glass

Author:Debra Glass
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ellora's Cave Publishing INc
Published: 2013-12-10T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Primrose felt empty when Adam finally removed the crystal plug over an hour later. Snuggled in the wealth of covers on his bed, she pretended to be asleep until the servant who’d brought up a tray of cold chicken, wine and a pitcher of milk left.

“Are you hungry?” Adam asked as he returned to the bed.

Primrose sat up. “Famished.” She smiled as their gazes met and her stomach quivered as if there were butterflies trying to escape it. Something was happening between them but she didn’t dare try to figure out what.

“We haven’t discussed this,” Adam said, loosening the belt of his silk banyan. “But just how deeply do you want to delve into submission?”

Warmth infused her cheeks at the mention of it. Submitting to him was one thing while actually doing it. Talking about it was wholly something else.

He stroked her cheek and tipped up her chin so that she looked into his eyes again. “You are safe to examine this with me, darling.”

Darling…

His tenderness tortured her far worse than any of his punishments.

He continued. “I was afraid I’d hurt you earlier. Had I known your limits I would have taken you further.”

She couldn’t quell a grin. “I didn’t say the word did I?”

He smiled. “No, you did not.” He shook his head in self-deprecation. “I’m far more experienced than that. I should have known you were willing to risk more. Next time I will most definitely carry you further.”

Her sex pulsed hungrily. “H-how much further?”

“Complete submission,” he said silkily. “I will feed you, clothe you, give you permission to experience pleasure. Withhold as I see fit. Prolong. Persist. If you wish I will control your every need.”

Primrose considered agreeing to all the things he’d mentioned. Every bit of it appealed to her and she didn’t know why. The thought of just how easily she could allow him full Mastery terrified her. This wasn’t who she’d been groomed to be. She was no street urchin given to hedonism.

And yet everything inside her cried out to agree to anything he wanted.

She hardly knew herself any longer.

She swallowed and searched his eyes. “Is that…what you want?”

He tore off a succulent piece of chicken. “Darling, this is not really about what I want. You know that, don’t you?”

Shame flooded her as realization settled. She did control this exchange between them. She commanded him every bit as powerfully as he commanded her—through one word. Love.

All she had to do was utter it for him to stop. She’d never dreamed she would trust him but something in his whiskey-colored eyes promised her he’d never cross a line where her pleasure was concerned.

Another realization dawned on her. “On our wedding night…”

His eyes darkened.

She struggled to finish. “You weren’t angry you’d been…forced to marry me. You were cross because you thought you’d hurt me.”

She leaned forward and accepted the bite of chicken he offered, the simple act taking her back to that peaceful space where she could simply be.

“Of course I was angry I’d hurt you.

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