Page 38 of 12 Days of F*ckmas
I took her hand as we exited my bedroom. “Is your ass sore from last night?”
She blushed. “It is, but in a. . .good way.”
“Mmmm.” I guided her toward the long hallway.
“You’re making me. . .”
I stopped us. “Yes?”
“You’re making me learn things about myself. . .that I never knew.”
Without moving us forward, I trailed my thumb along her palm. “You too.”
“How?”
Unease settled in my shoulders. I wasn’t used to talking about my feelings with a woman. Usually, I fucked them and said goodbye.
Mariah widened her eyes. “Gabriel. . .”
“Until you, I didn’t know that I had a working heart.”
She smirked. “What?”
“I thought emotions were for other men.”
She parted her lips.
“But, now I know that I can feel them too.”
And I like it.
“But, enough on that.” I led us down the hallway. “We have more important things to do.”
“Like what?”
“You’ll see soon.”
She groaned in annoyance.
Chuckling, I stopped us by the paintings adorning the wall. “What do you think of this artwork?”
In the images, the women appeared to be both scared and aroused. Black, thick rope bound their naked torsos, wrists, and ankles.
She whispered, “This makes nervous.”
I let go of her hand and pointed at the painting in the center. “Touch the side of that one.”
Slowly, she walked up to it and slid her fingers along the frame.
A beep sounded.
She shrieked and jumped back.
A wicked grin spread across my face.
The wall slid open.
“Oh my God.” She eyed the staircase spiraling down into darkness. “It’s a secret room?”
