It was a tryst.
A sin swallowed down by desire.
That’s what I tell myself.
But my body isn’t the only part that
aches for him now.
I sold my soul.
Now my heart is a slave to the devil.
He unveiled the taboo,
illuminating my lie
and unexpectedly stole my heart.
But I walked away.
Lust is my religion.
She became my sanctuary.
If it’s forgiveness she seeks
the price just doubled.
And she’ll pay it bound at my feet.
I gave her pain for pleasure.
Now I’ll make her beg me for more.
I am always excited when I start reading a dark romance book. They have become one of my absolute favorite genres to read as of late. I was excited to start Truth and while in general I enjoyed it I just didn’t love it as much as I had hoped. Now let me be very clear, I know it was my mood that affected my enjoyment of the book so please do not think that Truth was not a good read. It was, I just wish I would have been in the right frame of mind to read it when I did. The chemistry between Drew and Dominic is apparent from the first time they meet. These two pulled out so many different emotions and reactions while I was reading it. Because I know that normally Truth would have been a higher ranked read I am going to go back and read it again when I am no longer in this weird mood that I am currently in.
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“What are you willing to give me?” Because I want it all.
“I’m undecided.” I hate the look on his face. It’s fear, he’s afraid I’ll hurt him again.
“So just tell me to stop when I cross a line. I’ll only go as far as you trust me to go. Deal.” He nods his head hesitantly as my hand finds the top button of his shirt, I undo it slowly making my way to each before his shirt is completely undone. I only stop to briefly trace the tattoo on his chest. God, I missed this body. His twelve pack casts a heavy shadow from beneath the shirt and I run my fingers over his rock-hard stomach and up to his chest, leaning in to kiss the tattooed area.
“This okay?” I ask from pressed lips against his chest pulling back to look into his eyes.
“Fucking you isn’t my problem. It’s what to do with you after.” Smacking his drink down on the bar top he puts his hands on my waist, walking me backward away from the bar and then jerks me forward eliciting a surprised yelp as I’m hoisted over his shoulder. “See that’s the problem” bringing his hand down on my ass hard, “The way I see it, this is all you get. I’ll give you my cock but that’s it. That’s the only deal I’ll make with you. Take it or leave it.” It’s a start.
Without a hesitation I whisper, “Take it. But it won’t be enough.” He places me back on my feet and looks me up and down, his expression mirrors my own frustration.
“I hate that fucking outfit. I want you naked. Now.” His words leave little room for debate.
“What? What's wrong with my outfit?” I look at him like he’s lost his mind.
“It restricts access...” crossing his arms he grins, waiting for me to disrobe.
“I’m not taking off my clothes in the middle of this room.” He has lost his mind.
“We’re alone and last I checked it’s a fucking sex club. Take your goddamn clothes off so I can bury my dick inside that tight wet pussy, Drew.”
I’m fucking dripping the minute he growls at me but I take all the time in the world, slipping off each shoulder giving my tyrant his own private show. The more time I take the more his jaw tenses. God, I love riling this man up.
“You realize the longer you take the harsher the punishment. I will take out every one of the seconds, on that ass tonight.”
“Promises, promises.” I challenge back. He grabs his cock adjusting the bulge, groaning with the motion.
“You have ten seconds to get it off then I’m ripping it off myself.” His demeanor couldn’t be more serious. He will tear this very expensive, amazing outfit off my body without so much as a second thought.
“Ten.” I start on one of my heels unhitching the ankle strap.
“Nine.” finishing, I move to the other.
“Eight.” The strap around my ankle gets stuck as I start to panic. I’m never going to make it. Fuck! I'm so hot, I don't know which outcome I want more. His punishment or my victory.
“Seven.” Fuck it, I rip it off my foot and pull down my right shoulder strap starting to shimmy.
“Six.” I start looking around the room, “Five.” I scope out where I could go to buy some more time. “Four.” I love this outfit.
“Two.” Struggling with the zipper it finally comes loose and I push my jumpsuit down to my ankles.
Trilina is an author, wife, and mama to three rowdy kiddos. When she isn't making grilled cheese sandwiches, she can be found writing saucy novels that titillate and excite her readers.