Before I’ve recovered from the orgasm, he stands, yanking me down and spinning me so I’m facing away from him. He lifts my feet off the ground, bending me over the railing. I yelp, the floor far below me, making my stomach flip. “Saint! Put me down!” But he ignores my pleas. “Grab onto the chandelier,” he commands. The chandelier dangling from the ceiling is mere inches from my fingertips now. “I’ll break it and fall!” “I don’t give a fuck if you break it,” he growls. “And I’m not going to let you fall. If you trust me, you’ll let me fuck you like this, muse.”
