Camilla

 

Finally getting Liam down for a nap, I head back to my room. Of course, Ellis kept him in his office for far too long since he thinks he can do whatever the hell he wants.

I’m still angry at him over how he treated me last night in the kitchen. Everything was going great, and I was even finding myself liking him, but then he turned back into the cold man he was prior to his charade, blowing my good mood all to hell.

Entering my bedroom, my eyes spot the crystal vase of bright red roses on my dresser. I walk over and notice the other items sitting next to them.

There’s a heating pad, some topical pain patches to place on my back and several medications. Christopher is going to get us in trouble if he doesn’t stop this shit. How am I ever going to explain the flowers to Ellis?

There’s a knock on my door, so I spin around and stand in front of the roses.

“Uh, who is it?”

“It’s Ellis. Can I come in?”

“OK.”

“Good, you saw the things I purchased for you. I thought they might help your back until your doctor’s appointment tomorrow.”

“What appointment?”

“I made you an appointment with my physician. He’s going to examine your back for you.”

“What time? I managed to get a cancellation appointment with my gynecologist tomorrow afternoon so I can get on the pill.”

“It’s at two. Will that work?”

“Yes, it should. My appointment is at three-thirty.”

“OK, I’ll make sure my driver, Fletcher, knows he’ll be taking you.”

“I was going to drive myself.”

“No. That car of yours is a death trap, and I have a driver so he can do just that–drive us around.”

“You think I’m going to run when I have the chance.”

“That’s not why I don’t want you going alone.”

“I won’t run away, Ellis. I wouldn’t risk losing Liam. I’ll stay here as long as you make me.” Remembering the flowers, I look back at them over my shoulder. “Did you buy me the flowers, too?”

“Yes, and there are more in your study and throughout the house.” His forehead creases. “Who did you think they were from?”

“Um, I didn’t know. I’m just surprised they’re from you since you were hateful to me last night.”

Strolling over, he clasps my chin and tilts it so I’ll look at him. His gaze is sincere, like the one I was lucky enough to see last night.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

“What would that be?”

“You manipulated me to hire Emma. Don’t think for a second it’s going to happen again.”

“If you believe I had sex with you so you’d hire her, that wasn’t the case.” I look away. “I had sex with you because I wanted to. I liked seeing you sweet and playful.”

Still holding my chin, he slides his other hand around my waist and brings me closer.

“That isn’t the norm for me. I got caught up in the moment; however, I’ve come to believe it will be more satisfying for the both of us if you submit to me willingly, rather than under duress.”

I shake my head. “I don’t want to participate in BDSM, or whatever you call it. I’m sure I wouldn’t like it.”

“How do you know if you’ve never tried it?”

“I’m not a fan of pain, and after some negative experiences in my life, I have to be in control. I told you that.”

His thumb skims over my bottom lip, and his eyes bore into mine with a thick haze of desire. Already, he’s imagining our time together, fantasizing about what he’ll do to me.

“You need to trust me. I promise I’ll bring you pleasure.”

“Then you–and please don’t get upset when I say this–need to be less hot and cold. You have to show me it’s safe to trust you. Threatening that I’ll lose my child is not the way to earn it.”

His forehead wrinkles, and he puffs out a breath.

“Fine. I’ll work on it.” Releasing my chin, he presses his fingers into the back of my neck, weakening my knees on the spot. Ever so slowly, he plants his warm lips on mine.

The zing I feel is instantaneous as my body recalls what he did to it only hours ago. It’s anticipating more, the electricity between us a jolt to my nerve endings, but I quickly discover this kiss is different.

It’s slow and teasing, lips brushing along mine from right to left, and back again … and back again, and god, back again.

“Ellis, I’m scared you’re going to destroy me,” I whisper against his lips.

“I won’t. I only need the power to.”

Sensing my weakness, he holds me closer and feathers again a taste of hair-raising pleasure to my lips.

Although it’s petal-soft in touch, the electric current is Morse code for a secret longing between us. The message travels straight to my pussy, signaling it to clench in search of his hard cock.

I whimper, the craving overpowering, and I wish I didn’t need his touch to feel this alive, but I do. I’m desperate for more, so I open my mouth, encouraging his tongue to slip right in. It moves on cue and at the same taunting pace.

Having to touch him, I shove my hands between us and up into his hair. His low groan fills my mouth as his fingers that are pressing against my neck begin massaging it.

The tip of his tongue explores mine, and I finger the coarse strands of his hair while we move in a hypnotic rhythm.

It’s as if we’re apologizing for the ugly moments shared between us since we met, but knowing I’m still here against my will, can we truly start over?

Separating our lips, Ellis cradles my cheeks.

“The way I just kissed you is how I’m going to taste your pussy tomorrow night. Languid strokes and faint licks to your clit until you’re coming apart against my mouth.

“The only difference this time is you’ll be bound. You won’t be able to stop me, and that’s what I need, Camilla. I don’t understand why, but I have to dominate you. I’ve known since I stared into your eyes that first night we met.”

Once again, the guilt from years ago rears its ugly head, and I know what I have to do.

“OK. Whatever you need, I’ll try it,” I murmur.