Absolute Silence

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Women were sensory creatures. They needed sound and sight and emotion to go along with touch. Men were far simpler, which made it hard for many to comprehend the complex desires of the female gender. A woman didn’t just want a serenade; she needed an entire f*****g orchestra. That suited me just fine because I’d devoted years to the study. f**k fantasy football and video games. My hobby was women and s*x. “Um … that’s part of the problem,” Camilla explained. “I’m not exactly sure what was missing, just that I know it should be better.” I shifted to whisper into her other ear. “Care to hear my thoughts?” I pulled back just enough to grasp her hips and spin her around in one sweeping motion. She gasped and lifted her curious eyes to mine. “I need an answer, Camilla.” I traced a single finger along her bottom lip. “If I ask you a question, I expect an answer.” “Yes, I’d like … I want to hear your thoughts.” Pride thrummed in my veins. The feeling of earning a willful woman’s surrender was like nothing else. It was only a start where Camilla was concerned, but it boded well. “I’d say romance doesn’t do it for you. You aren’t here for flowers and compliments, tender caresses and gentle lovemaking. That’s where the others went wrong. What does that tell me? You appreciate a more nonconventional take on pleasure. Maybe a little pain, but I think mainly, you need a man to f**k you, not make love to you.” My hands reached for the bottom of her dress, slowly lifting it past her hips. “Someone to whisper vile words in your ear while they order you on your knees. Does the thought of that get you wet?” I placed my hand over her mound, pressing a single finger slightly into her opening through the soft silk of her panties. Camilla nodded in answer, and the moisture coating my finger confirmed. How could any other man have been incapable of stimulating such a responsive woman? It was inconceivable. Perhaps my time with her was necessary. It would be a shame for her to never know the pleasure of a proper f*****g. Once she learned the difference, she could find what she was looking for outside the club. The prospect of someone else taking over my role made me surprisingly agitated. I hadn’t even seen her naked yet, let alone f****d her, so why the hell would I feel any sort of possessiveness over her? It had to be her age and my need to keep her safe. My sense of duty to our families. Yeah… I stepped back and cleared the gravel from my throat. “Take off your panties. Leave everything else.” OceanofPDF.com 5 CAMILLA Was I willing to make a deal with the devil? Filip had done nothing but bully me at the club—could I really trust him to hold up his end of a bargain? Was I willing to accept his terms, or would I fight for complete freedom at the club? The odds of my winning weren’t good. I could risk it all on the off chance I found a way to silence Filip, or I could ensure some level of exploration by agreeing to be with him. Not having free rein of the club left me with a certain degree of disappointment, but then again, I found a welcome security in our familiarity. I didn’t know Filip particularly well, but his ties to my family meant I could trust him … to an extent. His life would be in danger if my family ever discovered he’d hurt me. I doubted that would be an issue, but then again, the Filip I encountered at the club was nothing like the Filip I’d met before. He was infuriating and domineering—qualities that should have been off-putting—yet I found his behavior alluring. It wasn’t entirely surprising, considering my past. If gentle and sweet had stoked my fires, I never would have found myself at the Den in the first place. I studied the man before me. Mussed hair, angular jaw, and a strong brow perched over eyes that could drill deep into the darkest places of a woman’s being. He was breathtaking—irresistible, even—and he’d just ordered me to remove my panties in a way that warmed my belly more than any love note or bundle of flowers. Deal or not, I wanted to feel the heat of Filip’s intensity. Perhaps I was making a mistake, but it was a risk worth taking. I lifted my hands to the hem of my dress and followed his command. His ravenous stare consumed every inch of skin I revealed, stirring a flood of arousal between my legs. Filip was nothing short of magnificent. At just over six feet, he was composed of effortless power poised behind flexing muscles. His skin was the golden tone of someone who tanned under the slightest hint of the sun. He took tall, dark, and handsome to a whole other level with his impressive aura of a man with innate self-confidence. Knowing he had a host of sharp edges lurking beneath that playboy exterior made him inescapably alluring.Filip took my hand and led me to a soft leather chair by the window. His room was set in the same arrangement as the room Dante had shown me but had an entirely different feel. Filip’s room could have been nestled in a Spanish hacienda with its solid wood furniture, black iron accents, and velvety soft fabrics to warm the space. A plush cream-colored rug filled the area beneath the bed, and I could imagine it would be soft between my toes. While he didn’t have a cross in his room, the enormous four-poster bed was just as imposing. The setting was rustic but elegant. An oasis away from the world. Filip drew my attention back to him when he opened a drawer in a tall chest and pulled out a small purple vibrator. My stomach turned when I considered how many women the toy might have touched. “It’s never been used, Camilla. I wouldn’t do that to you.” He must have seen the disgust creeping onto my face. “I had no way of knowing that.” s*x club newbie, remember? Plus, men had different standards than women, especially when it came to cleanliness. I wasn’t making any assumptions. He ignored my rebuke and eased into the chair, which was facing the room with the window behind it. With a gentle tug, he pulled me down onto his lap. “Sit sideways, one leg over the side, the other down.” I felt open. Exposed. But not overly so, considering no one was in the room to witness us. I should have known better. Just as I was relaxing against him, Filip slowly swiveled the chair toward the window. I stiffened as the active playroom came into view. “Relax, Camilla,” he whispered. “The mirror is in place. We can see out, but they can’t see in. I assume Dante explained that?”