Yellow (The Safeword Series, #2) by Ava Claire

Author:Ava Claire
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ava claire, alpha male, alpha male romance, alpha billionaire romance, alpha billionaire, billionaire love
Publisher: Ava Claire
Published: 2015-11-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four: Sophia

We cuddled for what felt like hours, and then I couldn’t help myself. I slipped my hand between our bodies and I grabbed him. I felt him grow in my hands. Pulse. Then his eyes flew open like he caught himself. He held my wrist hostage, stopping me.

“Get on your knees,” he ordered, his voice hot with arousal and need.

I didn’t waste any time doing just that. I had to fight the urge to pump my arms in victory when he retrieved the cat o’nine whip.

“Will it hurt?”

The leather strips of the flogger danced across my skin. There had to be something seriously wrong with me because I wanted him to say yes.

I wanted to say green, more, and we hadn’t even begun.

“Sin,” he breathed into my ear, “I made you a promise...and I’m a man of my word.” His voice darkened in the most delicious way. “I’m gonna make you scream.”

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It took me awhile to warm to Lindsay’s ‘parties’.

Dozens of people were stuffed into our two bedroom, one bathroom walk up, with the festivities and drunken actresses spilling into the hallway (and in my bedroom, giving me unsolicited retellings of their last audition). I’d flee to Denny’s, grumbling with my cell phone in hand, Craigslist beaming like some light at the end of the tunnel. I dreamed about the day I’d be able to afford my own place. With time, and finally loosening up by having a shot or two myself, I realized that Lindsay threw these parties because it made her feel less lonely.

Lindsay’s parties became our parties. We trimmed down the guest list and instead of bass thumping EDM music, we met in the middle with electronic tunes that didn’t make our neighbors pound on the walls. We branched out beyond naked Twister to Cards Against Humanity.

Changes aide, my upbringing still made me a nervous wreck when it came time to get ready for a party. In the Slade household, even one of my mother’s friends returning a book was cause for cleaning our house from top to bottom. My mother wasn’t happy unless the place glittered and sparkled like a model home, complete with her perfect little cardboard cutout family. I threw a wrench in it in my own way; smudging a freshly polished glass table, leaving a Starbucks cup on the counter, not folding the end of the tissue paper into a triangle. You know, leaving it free flowing and ready to actually be used instead of admired.

Despite my small acts of rebellion, I was still the one in the rubber gloves, armed with the Clorox cleaner and determination, turning me and Lindsay’s apartment into the house I couldn’t wait to escape.

But not tonight.

I didn’t wince when her artist friend, fresh from the studio and coated in paint, plopped down on our couch. If the stain didn’t come out, who cares? It would give the old thing some character.

When her handsy coworker, a bouncer who liked to hug a little too tightly pulled me in for a bear hug, I darted away with a laugh instead of a scowl.

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