Unveil (Alchemy, #3)

by Elodie Hart

Alchemy’s ruined me, obviously. That much is true. Sleeping with a nice, sensible guy after being fucked by the animals at the club is like trying to sate yourself with a cosy mystery after reading the most disgusting dark romance you can get your hands on. In a word… Underwhelming.

Fucking TikTok. You look up someone once to perform a little professional due diligence, and its algorithm won’t let you move on. It has the memory of an elephant and the unwelcome stickiness of gum stuck to the sole of your shoe.

But I love nothing more than indulging in a little scorching hot, consensual abasement of the female party, because shame is one of the most powerful aphrodisiacs I’ve ever seen.

‘Because you’re a narcissistic, power-hungry arsehole who needs to demean women to stave off your own insecurities?’

But I can only do that when you let go’—he leans in closer and enunciates—‘and embrace your shame. It’s only when you give into being dirty and shameless and wanton, and name your desires, and ask for what you need, that you can feel fully liberated. Am I right?’

The experience of looking into Genevieve’s huge blue eyes as she comes apart on my fucking conference table is religious.

I want to return to this conversation. I want to hear her view on every single topic. I could talk to her for years and never get bored.

‘Please,’ I tell her. ‘Please. Let me touch you. You’re extraordinary. I want to show you how extraordinary you are.’

It’s an angry kiss. A why the fuck did you make me wait kiss. A look how fucking good it is between us, you idiot kiss. An I can’t believe you were trying to deny this kiss.

‘Because I wanted whatever I could get of you. Even if it wasn’t enough.’

‘I’m going to break you in fucking two,’ he rasps hoarsely as he thrusts. ‘Take it, you beautiful, greedy girl. Fuck me, this cunt is greedy. I’m going to make you so desperate for my cock that you’ll do anything I want. If I tell you to bend over and spread ‘em in public, you fucking will. You won’t be able to think about anything else but having me inside you. The whole. Fucking. Time. I’ll ruin you. And you’ll fucking ruin me.’

‘You’re going to ruin me.’ I swallow. ‘You’re going to ruin me, too.’

‘When Genevieve Carew gives me a smile like that,’ he says softly, dumping the beautiful bouquet unceremoniously on a side table and closing the gap between us, ‘it makes me think I must have done something right in my life.’

‘To have earned your trust, sweetheart, is all I could ever ask for,’

‘I’ve been waiting half a fucking century for you.’