Page 57 of Vicious Secrets
Chapter 17
Siro
I’velivedmyentirelife in Las Vegas. I got involved in operating seedy business ventures long before what’s likely legally allowed… How the fuck do I take off a corset?
If I cut the lace in the middle, will the whole thing go slack? Do I have to loosen every eyelet or just a few of them?
I stroke my fingertips along the laces when we’re in the elevator, debating asking her to leave the dress on. It’s been months since I felt every inch of her naked skin pressed against my own. But will it overwhelm me to the point I’ll get lost in my head and not in the moment?
When we arrive at our floor, Robyn leads the way, and possibly to my death. I can’t take my eyes off the swing of her hips or the zipper that ends just as the curve of her ass starts. I’m so easily distracted by my wife that there is a tiny piece of my brain that starts to develop empathy for Ari. Is this what he deals with day in and day out?
We enter the penthouse. I don’t bother waiting for the snap of the door closing behind me before I toss aside my suit coat and pounce. Snatching her waist, I pull her backward and thread my arms under hers as her feet slide across the floor. The collision of her back on my front bounces her breasts and rewards me with a gasp that increases the risk of a wardrobe malfunction.
The dress stays on.
Bending my elbows, I hold my wrists level with her chin to give me an excuse to lean in slightly while I unbutton the shirt cuffs. Robyn drops her purse against the wall. Her ass rubs against my thighs as she uses me as leverage to slip her heels off, ditching them near her bag.
I make a show of rolling my sleeves up, primarily because I found myself watching the upticks in her breath, the licks of her lips, and the intensity of her gaze on my hands.
“Where’s the limit?” she asks once both of my forearms are bare.
Robyn’s asking about touching me, what I’m up for tonight. In the six weeks since the oath-taking, there have been several instances of her nearly sucking my soul out through my cock. Plus, near-nightly occurrences of me refusing to let her cum anywhere except my face. From day one, each carnal interaction has been solely about me.
Is it ego-boosting? Yes. Is it also guilt-festering? Also, yes.
I nuzzle my nose in her hair and ghost my lips over her temple as I speak. “I don’t know, you’ve never told me yours.”
“Do... Are you asking about kinks? I don’t...” Robyn drags her teeth over her bottom lip. “I don’t have any.”
My hands move to rest on the curve of her hips. I angle my face to let my breath skirt along her hairline and down her neck as I laugh softly. “I don’t believe you. Where’s your courage gone?”
“Do you have kinks?”
“I’m as vanilla as they come, babe.”
Robyn’s shoulders curl forward as she leans her weight against me. A pink tinge dots her cheeks as a dreamy smile parts her lips. Did a pet name just reduce my little lion into a love-drunk kitten?
“You don’t want me to lean into the ‘desiring you so badly I take you with force’ kink?” I reach back over her shoulder and remove my tie. “What’s that called?”
“CNC.”
I hum when she shudders against me. “You set the rules, babe.”
“I don’t want a fantasy tonight. I want you, Siro. On the balcony.”
Jesusfuckingchrist. I’ll give her my everything, wherever, whenever. On the back seat of a car, against a casino wall, or in front of the cops.
“That doesn’t tell me your limits.” My voice is unnervingly stable for the lack of blood currently circulating through my head. Not that there is anything other than sex scenes too expensive for most porn studios to produce running rabid in my brain.
“If it’s within your boundaries, Siro, it’s fair game.”
The amount of trust Robyn places in my hands is a double edge sword. Sometimes it feels like there’s a launch button for an atomic bomb under my fingers. One wrong twitch and everything’s destroyed, and I’m left wishing I was amongst the ashes. Other times I’m a superhero who can lay waste to as many skyscrapers as I want because I’m the ultimate protector who always makes the best and right choices.
I make life-or-death decisions for others every day without batting an eye. The dichotomy of Robyn’s trust will cleave me in half if I’m not careful.
Robyn breaks free and drags me outside on an invisible leash. The cool air short-circuits something inside of me. Or maybe it’s the glittering lights of the Strip inviting me to play dirty. I’m done teasing her, or at least like a gentleman might.
Grabbing one of her wrists, Robyn grins as I pull her to the cabana. It’s on the edge in a corner with the glass railing as its walls. Whether Robyn’s on her back or her knees, she’ll have a clear view of the Strip.
