Page 198 of Chasing Ruin
I smirk at the significant, visible reaction from her as she bites her lips. “Not so hairless now, huh, my love?” I rumble, my voice shaking with restraint.
“You—” She snaps her mouth shut, eyes nearly popping out of her head when she notices my next move.
Because in a blink, I’ve already unbuckled my belt, my thumbs hooked at my waist, already sliding my jeans down.
Naked.
I need to be fully naked for this to work. To help her gain back the control from that night. So I remove my boxers too, right along my jeans.
Her eyes drop, staring at my dripping cock.
For a moment, I’m scared I’ve gone too far. But then I look at her more carefully. And it’s not fear that I see. It’s curiosity. Even hunger.
“Theo,” she whimpers.
Christ. Just hearing my name on her lips is enough to push me dangerously close to the edge.
I don’t give myself another second to think. Before she can even process it, I begin to sink to the floor. My hands move behind my back, locking there. Deliberate and controlled.
Then both my knees finally hit the floor in front of her.
Right at her feet.
FIFTY-TWO
Ruin
At first, she doesn’t realize what I’m doing. She’s blinking rapidly, trying to piece it together, trying to catch up to what I’ve just done. And slowly, it clicks.
Her eyes clear through the confusing mix of lust and uncertainty as she takes it all in.
Her—fully clothed, standing over my completely naked frame.
Me—restrained, staring up at her with sheer reverence.
My eyes don’t leave her face, don’t waver for a second. I let her see it, every bit of it. The devotion. The silent offer of the control I’m placing at her feet. Freely.
Then it happens.
The shift.
And her eyes darken. Gaze deepening as she understands exactly what this is. What I’m trusting her with. How I’m giving her my utter surrender—my dignity—in the same place I recklessly destroyed hers.
And fuck, the way her eyes change at the sight of my absolute submission… it’s almost euphoric.
She sways slightly, steadying herself by resting both her hands on my shoulders. And I shudder at the contact.
Her fingers shake as they slide up my neck, pausing at my throat for half a second. Then she cups my jaw with one hand, palm-side up. “You’re a fool,” she whispers, voice wavering.
I smile up at her. “Yeah? Well, your fool is at your mercy.”
Eyes hooded with need, she brings her hand to her blouse. Without a second of hesitation, she strips it off.
I force myself not to fall on my ass, swallowing hard at the beautiful sight of her supple breasts. But I keep my hands at my back. Clenching tighter.
“Take off my jeans.”
Holy fuck. Okay.
