Page 45 of Man Candy (After We Fall 1)
Damn him. “Maybe.”
“Does it turn you on? Shaming me?” He started to move toward me then, slowly coming up the steps.
“Maybe.” My heart pounded louder as he got closer, my knees trembling. When he was two stairs below me, our eyes were just about even. I was trying to read his in the dark when suddenly he grabbed the back of my hair, stepped onto the landing, and forced me to look up at him.
His breath was warm on my lips. “My turn.”
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QUINN
I kept my fist in her hair as I slowly walked her backward into her flat, using my free hand to open the door. Once it was shut behind me, I moved deeper into the dark room until we stood in front of the window. The curtains were pulled partway open, and some light from the street lamps spilled in through the glass.
I spoke softly but with an edge. “You’re not going to talk unless I say so. You’re not going to move unless I say so. You’re not going to come unless I say so. Do you understand?”
“But—”
I pulled her hair so hard she gasped. “Do you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“And when you speak, you will say only the words I tell you to say. When you move, you’ll do only the things I tell you to do. When you come, you’ll do it when, where, and how I want you to. Do you understand?”
She swallowed. “Yes.”
“Good.” I let go of her hair and unbuttoned my coat, sliding it off and tossing it aside. Backing away from her, I unwrapped my scarf and coiled it in my hands. “Take off your coat.”
She worked her way down the buttons in the front and slipped it from her body, letting it fall at her feet.
“Now your dress.”
Lifting it by the hem, she pulled it over her head and dropped it behind her.
Jesus fucking Christ, she was hot.
Framed by the partially opened drapes as if she were on a stage, her body was dimly lit from behind. She wore only the black boots with the high heels I’d admired earlier and some sort of strappy, black lace one-piece that made my cock jump up like it needed a better look.
I’d teased her about her pale skin, but she looked fucking luminous tonight. I loved the way her hair looked like ink spilling over her shoulders, the way her nipples peeked through the black lace, the way her chest rose and fell with her quick, short breaths.
“Turn around. Face the window.”
“But the—”
“Do it,” I seethed, “or we’re done here.”
Slowly, she turned to face the window. Her lingerie cut low on her back and high on her ass, and my hands ached to touch her. I knew she’d been about to tell me the curtains weren’t closed and anyone could look up and see her, but it was late, the room was dark, and anyway, she deserved a little of this.
“How does it feel, being put on display like you did to me tonight?”
She didn’t say anything.
“You can answer the question.”
“I don’t know,” she said.
“Do you like it?”
“Yes and no.”
