Chapter Five: The Second Night
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Ella stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, the black card still clutched in her hand.
“Don’t wear anything you want to keep.”
She didn’t know what that meant. Not really. But her body answered before her brain did—heat pooling low, her skin prickling with need. That familiar ache had returned the second she saw his handwriting.
Midnight.
She slipped on a black silk slip dress, thin enough to barely count as fabric. No bra. No panties. No safety net.
She wanted to be bold.
She wanted to be wanted.
And she wanted him to take her apart again—only this time, completely.
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The Red Room swallowed her like a lover.
Tonight, the air inside was heavier. Like it knew.
There were more people. More heat. Bodies tangled in corners, pleasure on full display. But Ella didn’t look at any of them.
Because the moment she walked in, she felt it—him.
Rhett stood near the far end of the lounge, half-shadowed, arms crossed, black shirt tight across his chest. His eyes found hers instantly.
There was no smile. No greeting. Just command.
She walked to him without hesitation.
“Upstairs,” he said, voice a low promise.
She followed.
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The private room was nothing like the one from the first night.
This one had no velvet chair. No ambient light.
Just a wide bed covered in black sheets… and a gleaming metal rack against the wall.
Her breath caught.
Rhett shut the door behind her and stepped close.
His eyes were darker than she remembered. Like he’d spent the last week thinking of every way he wanted to ruin her.
“You came back,” he said.
“I was invited.”
His mouth curved. “You look nervous.”
“I’m not.”
“Liar.”
He circled her slowly, like a predator deciding where to bite first.
“No silk tonight?” he asked, voice mockingly soft.
“None I plan to keep.”
That made him stop.
He turned her to face him, one hand curling around her jaw.
“I’m going to break you tonight,” he whispered. “You want that?”
She nodded, barely breathing.
“Say it.”
“I want it.”
His eyes burned.
“Strip.”
She slid the dress off in one motion, letting it fall to the floor.
Naked. Bare. Exposed.
Rhett’s gaze dropped, devouring her.
Then he stepped away, opened a drawer, and returned with two black leather cuffs.
Ella’s heart raced.
“You can say no.”
“I won’t.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You trust me now?”
“No,” she whispered. “But I want to.”
He smirked. “Good enough.”
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Minutes later, her arms were stretched above her head, cuffed to the overhead bar on the rack.
Her legs were parted. Her chest heaved.
Rhett stood in front of her, still fully clothed, watching with that quiet intensity that made her feel naked in ways she never understood before him.
“You want to be used,” he said softly.
“Yes.”
“You want to be nothing but heat and need and mine.”
“Yes.”
He stepped closer, brushing the back of his fingers along her collarbone, down between her breasts.
“But you’re scared,” he said. “You want control you’re pretending you don’t need.”
She opened her mouth, but he slid two fingers between her legs, pressing deep.
Her gasp cut the words in half.
“No thinking tonight,” he murmured. “Just feel.”
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He worked her up slowly—again and again.
Fingers, tongue, words.
He edged her once, then again, then again.
Every time she came close, he stopped.
“You’ll come when I say you can,” he growled against her skin.
She trembled, wrecked and wide open.
Her legs were shaking, her wrists straining against the cuffs.
Rhett dropped to his knees.
And finally—his mouth.
He licked her like he was starving. Like she was the only taste he’d ever craved.
She came with a scream that echoed off the walls, her whole body writhing, breaking.
And still—he didn’t stop.
He kept going until she was sobbing, begging, trying to twist away—and he held her still, one strong arm wrapped around her thigh.
Only when she slumped, spent and ruined, did he release her wrists.
She collapsed into his arms.
For a second—just a second—he held her. Tight. Tender.
Then he spoke.
“You’re not just silk, Ella.”
She looked up, dazed.
“You’re fire wrapped in ribbons. And I want to burn with you.”
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