HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 118

Meadow’s POV:

“Where on earth are you taking me in this, Alaric?” My voice was airy when I came out of the room. I had put on the lingerie set now. There was also a dress in another box to cover it up, obviously, but I was still confused as to where the hell we were going.

Alaric’s back was facing me and he was only in his pants now. His shirt was off. He had his phone raised to his ear, and I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but when he turned to look at me, his eyes widened slightly. And then, he slowly lowered the phone from his ear.

My cheeks reddened under his gaze. I had on a balconette bra with an underwire that lifted my boobs a bit higher, and thin straps crisscrossing over the cups, framing my breasts perfectly.

The panties were worse, actually–or better, from the way Alaric was looking at me right now. It was a lace thong with side cutouts, thin straps that ran high over my hips. And the cherry on top?

They were attached to suspender garters lined in black satin ribbon.

There was a pair of black thigh high stockings, but I hadn’t put that on yet. In my hand was the velvet box containing the vibrator and remote.

Alaric scraped his teeth over his bottom lip, his eyes heating up and darkening as they grazed over me. I was breathless.

“I look ridiculous,” I breathed, and when his dark gaze snapped up to mine, I looked away, swallowing.

The other day when I wore a set to provoke him, that was different. More… innocent. And it definitely did NOT look like this.

“Ridiculous,” he echoed. Alaric’s voice sounded like gravel, low and rough. “You think you look ridiculous?”

He started to step toward me, and a shiver ran down my spine. With a startled gasp, I stepped backward, the box slipping from my hand. I couldn’t explain why I was this nervous.

Maybe because this was new territory for me.

And truthfully, I was being fucking pathetic. I hadn’t given up on wanting to see Alaric’s tether room, and if I kept acting like this, he would continue to think that I wasn’t ready.

And so I steeled my chin, fighting the urge to step backward again.

“Alaric…” I chuckled nervously, running my hand through my hair. “Look at me.”

He stood in front of me then–all muscles and… man.

“That’s exactly what I’m doing,” he rasped. “Looking at you… Appreciating how fucking exquisite you look right now.” And then, he reached a hand out and pulled me close by the back of my neck, his thumb grazing the skin. “My very own dark angel.”

My tongue dried, my lips parting as heat pooled between my thighs. “Where are you taking me tonight?” My voice was a whisper.

Alaric leaned in then, but instead of kissing my mouth, he peppered kisses along my jaw and neck, his hand coming around my bare waist as he pulled me into his body. I melted against him, my eyelids fluttering when he began to suck and nip and lick on the skin of my neck, probably making a hickey.

“Come on,” I moaned. “Please, tell me. Or at least give me a hint.”

I yelped when he bit into the skin, but then he soothed it with his tongue. Alaric pulled back, but not before giving me ass a big squeeze. And then he crouched down and picked up the box.

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