And that scares me straight down to the darkest corners of my soul where my deepest longings lie in secret, hiding.
Panting, I collapse against the chair. James removes his hand from my throat and sinks it into my hair, gently pulling my head back. He leans over me so his broad chest is pressed against my back.
Whispering into my ear, he begins to f**k me with short, perfect strokes, telling me how beautiful I am, how good I make him feel, how much he loves my trust. His words spin a dizzy web around me until I’m spinning, lost in a haze of pleasure, lost under the magic we make together, two perfect strangers who’ve found something rare.
We’ve unearthed a treasure most people dig for their entire lives and never find.
But, like most buried treasure, this one comes with a curse. There’
