Sadist (The Triarchy Collection #1)

by Chaos Davie

“I like my toast on the rare side. Warm bread with lots of butter,” she said, spinning her chair around to look me up and down. “Unless you would prefer climbing up on the table over there and opening those pretty legs for me. I’m famished.”

“Ahhhh,” she whispered, smirking. “I thought so. Masochism looks good on you, Sweets. Now put your hands where I told you to. Don’t make me tell you again.”

Octavia was a drug, and I was her willing addict. I hadn’t even tasted her yet, hadn’t even kissed her, and I was hooked. And it was a fucking problem.

Arousal and I have an odd relationship. I find pleasure in intimacy, but to reach that truly aching need that takes over your entire body…for that, I need to dip into the darkest side of me. I need control. All of it. I need to take someone and push them to their limits. But what really makes me wet is when someone willingly suffers for me…wants the pain that I can wield like an art form synonymous with pleasure. And fuck she had wanted it.

Fuck me. I lowered my gaze to the filthy moment on the page I was up to…took a shaky breath and started reading. She was silent as she listened, my words faltering as her hand slid slowly around my side and under the waistband of my pants. I grabbed her wrist, and she stilled. “Are you telling me you don’t want this?” she murmured. “Because your body is telling me the opposite…and you have taken such good care of me. Now let me take care of you.”

“You think you can handle me? I’m going to fucking ruin you. Take your clothes off and get on the god-damned bed.”

“There’s no god here baby,” she murmured, her breath warm against my aching body. “But your soul is about to be mine.”