Undulate (Alchemy, #2)

by Elodie Hart

is—and believe me, it’s a total shit show, no matter what it looks like from the outside—my brain is so fucking full of you I can barely hold it together. All I can think about is doing unspeakable things to you. The whole. Fucking. Time. So for the love of God, please stop fiddling with your hem, because I can’t look away.’

‘Jesus Christ, Zach. I’ve been at work for five minutes and I’ve already soaked my thong.’

‘Did you mean what you said?’ she asks. Her voice drops. ‘That you want to do unspeakable things to me?’

‘And you think that would make you feel better?’

‘Madeleine, touching you would make any man feel better.’

‘I’m going to spell this out for you. You can do whatever you want to me. Honestly. Just fucking use me. If you’re feeling shitty, or stressed, just come and

find me and I’ll do whatever you want. Like, anything.’

‘I want you to make that my problem. I want to take care of it. I didn’t get anywhere near enough of your dick on Friday night.’

‘I’ve been wondering how your thong is doing,’

‘Still wet,’ I manage. Truth. ‘Really.’ I nod.

‘And I’ve been wondering if you can really hack it if I take you up on your offer to do unspeakable things to you whenever I feel the need.’

‘Try me,’ I bat back.

‘Fucking hell,’ he hisses. ‘You weren’t lying.’

‘You made me a very generous offer, Madeleine,’

‘And a pretty reckless one, because I have spent the whole fucking morning thinking about

all the ways I could take you up on it.’

‘I told you,’ I whisper, ‘you can do what you like with me.’ As long as you make me come.

‘Take it off. I want you bare so I can finger-fuck you on my desk.’

‘I’ve started a mental list of the unspeakable things I could do to you,’

‘What are they?’

‘Wouldn’t you like to know?’

‘I want to suck your dick,’

‘Next time,’

‘But I’m going to fucking bid for you on Slave

Night, and that’s where the really unspeakable stuff starts.’

I didn’t know an experience that dirty could yield such purity of thought.

I’m going to do everything in my power to ensure it’s me thrusting into her tonight. Because,

God knows, I have an itch that only she can scratch.

Tonight I’m the man Maddy needs me to be. The man I need to be. A predator who has a single objective. To get my money’s worth.

‘Sold to bidder number thirteen for seventy-five thousand pounds.’

I know this is Zach’s beautiful dick. I just know it.

I hear a strangled fuck, Mads, fuck that makes me want to punch the fucking air because I was right. It’s Zach.

‘I would have paid six figures just to get my hands on these,’

I stiffen. It’s never occurred to me, not once, that Zach would be willing to share, and especially not after paying through the nose to get me. Is he baiting me? Teasing me? I have no idea. ‘It’s true,’

‘I’m going to find out if you’re lying.’

‘Good,’ he growls. ‘Not that it matters, because I’ll do it anyway. That’s for later, when it’s just us. After we’ve worked you on that cross I’m going to take you downstairs so I can spank you, and watch that delectable arse turn pink, and then fuck you. Understand?’

Oh my God. It’s everything—he’s everything I’ve been hoping he’d be. Everything I need him to be. I’ve pushed my sexy, beautiful, nerdy sort-of boss too far, and he’s finally broken. He’s going to shatter both of us tonight. ‘Yes, sir,’

It strikes me suddenly. He’s doing this for me. Because he knows I like it.

He’s just paid through the nose for me, yet he’s choreographing our entire evening around my desires. None of this is his thing. But he’s got it the wrong way around. The whole point of our little arrangement is that it’s for his benefit, not mine.

Excellent. I’ve gone and got myself sold off to a champion edger.

I cannot believe Zach is capable of sharing nicely. Either he’s the world’s most altruistic guy when it comes to my desires, or he’s willing to overlook his usual tastes in favour of getting me truly amped up.

They’d have to untie me, and then I’d rugby-tackle Mr Spreadsheet McSexy to the ground before clamping my thighs on either side of his handsome head and violently grinding my pussy into his face till he gave me my fucking orgasm. Jesus. I knew he was an edger,

have him. For now. We’re in this together.

Because seeing her come undone like that, up on that cross at my hands and the hands of several others, was an almost religious experience that left me cowed. Awe-filled. And desperate for her.

I’ve earned her, and I get to take her. All of her.

‘No. This isn’t for you. It’s for me. You don’t get to make a sound. I’ve bought your body for my enjoyment. Got it?’

I went there last night knowing I intended to win Maddy. To gorge myself on her body till I forgot every single problem in my life. And it fucking worked.

‘I feel guilty, like I’ve cheated on Claire. Um, let’s see. I feel like I’ve betrayed the girls when we’re supposed to be united in our grief. Like I’ve failed to hold it together and I’ve gone after the easiest, lowest form of gratification, and I’ve done something unholy instead of trying to seek the highest path.

‘That sounds religious—I don’t mean it in a religious way. I just mean I’m trying to be very circumspect in my choices, in the way I deal with this burden, and instead all I did last night was fuck my

brains out until I couldn’t think an...