Page 117 of Konstantin

He pitches back, longing clouding his eyes, his lips still curled in a devilish smile.

“What was that for?” I breathe.

“I like it when you call me ‘sir.’ Keep doing that.”

“Yes, sir.” My giggle fades as I watch his nostrils flare, his grip tightening around me, the heat between us intensifying.

He mutters something under his breath as he leads me down into another section of the club.

“So, what exactly will I see here?”

His grin widens. “Just about everything. Every fantasy you can imagine.”

A surge of warmth shoots through me, the thought of what I might witness or even experience making my body tingle with heightened anticipation. Stepping out of my comfort zone is tempting, and if I’m going to explore, it’s him I’d want to test every boundary with.

We stride down a narrow hallway, the walls lined with fine art and plush, elegant furniture that gives the place the air of a luxurious home.

Except it’s not. It’s a sex dungeon.

My gaze shifts to a room with rings hanging from the ceiling, a tray of toys in the corner, and another with a metal bar attached high up. We pass more rooms, and I can’t seem to look away from the equipment on display, my curiosity drawing me deeper into this strange, intoxicating world.

When we stop in front of another area, his eyes shift toward me as I stare at the bench in the center of the room, leather straps attached to the arms and legs. I know exactly what it is: a spanking bench.

My body instantly ignites, like it knows exactly what I want before I do. Thoughts race through my mind, imagining how it would feel to be strapped to it while he touches me, takes me hard and deep from behind.

“Do you want to ask me something?”

It’s like he can read my thoughts, and I wonder if he knows exactly what I’m imagining.

Keeping my composure, I say, “Have you ever done that to a woman?”

His lips drift into a faint smile. “Yes.”

My stomach tightens, my jaw clenching as I try to push away the knot of jealousy twisting inside me. It’s irrational, I know. But it doesn’t make it go away.

“Did you like it?”

His knuckles graze my cheek, gentle but electric, and my breath catches. “Yes.”

My chest tightens even further. “Did she?”

He chuckles, low and seductive, the sound wrapping around me like a thorny vine. “Ask me what you really want to ask me, Tessa.”

His hand slides around my back, pulling me into him, his hard body pressing against mine.

Suddenly, the words stick in my throat. My body pulses, aching for what I can’t bring myself to say. But he doesn’t need my words. He feels it dripping from my skin, written in the way I tremble beneathhis gaze.

His mouth lowers to my ear, breath hot and wicked. “Do you want me to slip off this dress and restrain you, malyshka?”

The way he says it, low, lethal, makes my body grow taut.

“Do you want me to leave my mark on your skin?” he goes on. “Shall I do it with my palm…or the whip I favor most?”

His hand grips my hip hard before pushing me backward until my spine hits the wall with a soft thud. I gasp as he leans in, his body caging mine, dominance rolling off him like a deadly touch.

“I can lock the door…” His lips brush my cheek. “…and it’ll be just us. Or…I can leave it open. Let them all watch what it looks like when you give in. When you surrender completely to me.”

My throat dries, every inch of my skin burning with untamed and reckless desire.