Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
“He shouldn’t want me.” Not when I’m so thoroughly broken by what happened with James. “Zander shouldn’t want me.” James said he would ruin me and I swear he did. I love him. I do, but I love Zander more. Even if it makes me an awful person.
“I don’t understand it and I’m scared.”
“Scared of what?”
“Scared that I’m undeserving.”
I love what he does to me, though. The control and the heat that burns between us. Last night comes back in full force and I swear I can feel his warm breath in the crook of my neck. My eyes become heavy and desire along with something else floods into my blood. He feels that too. I’m able to give him that at the very least and I’m certain he enjoys it.
“He knows what he wants and he wants you as you are.”
I stare back at Damon. “Has he told you that?”
He answers my question with one of his own. “Hasn’t he told you that?”
“Has he told me …” It takes a moment to put the pieces together. “Has Z told me he wants me?”
Damon nods and waits for me to answer.
“He has,” I say and the admission is a whisper. “He makes it very clear what he wants.” My heart thumps hard in my chest, painfully so. I’ve told him I love him and he hasn’t said it back.
Maybe that’s a good thing. My gaze drops and I grab a tissue, blowing my nose and getting over the sorrow I feel for myself when I’m the one causing so much pain for everyone else.
ZANDER
I type out one last message to the group chat on my phone and send it: I’ll take care of it.
End of discussion. She’s had time to process. Spoken to Kam and Damon. Now it’s my turn.
Cade and Damon have been texting nonstop in a whirlwind of discussion. They have their wants, their preferences, and their concerns.
But I’m the only one who knows what Ella requires. What she desperately needs and it’s time that I give it to her and in return she’ll give me every fucking worry she has.
I’ve heard all I need to hear from my brother and Damon and Kam. And Ella for that matter.
“Everything okay?” she questions. Her dark eyes are soulful and inquisitive. She is still shaken from the events of her breakdown, but surer of herself now.
“Of course, jailbird.”
I take her hand in mine and lead her to the room down the hall. To a door that will lead her to punishment and pleasure. To a room where she can let it all go. And give it to me.
Ella looks at the closed door, her breathing shallow. I take a minute to step back and assess her. She is anxious, possibly from the thought of her punishment. Better than last night for sure. We can do this. This is the next step.
“Open the door, Ella,” I tell her.
With a heavy inhale she obeys. Her eyes widen slightly and her chest rises with shock at the newly decorated room.
“It’s different,” she whispers with a touch of awe in her voice. A smirk gently lifts my lips, but it comes and goes before she can see it.
“I … redecorated.”
It’s the BDSM room. A playroom. Silas helped move everything from my place to hers. We worked while she slept last night and put the finishing touches on while she had her session with Damon. I haven’t slept at all, but this was needed.
My equipment has been arranged around the room. The air is cool, not too cold. The window lights the room from behind a thin curtain although I can pull the thick drapes shut if needed. I want her to see this, though. Every piece is placed with purpose. The traditional armoire with paddles and whips rests beside the padded bench. The horse has the addition of knee support, I imagine she’s going to love that piece, given how much pleasure she gets when I take her from behind.
The scent is of freshly polished wood and leather. It’s faint and not overbearing.
I watch her move around the space, fingertips reaching out to glide along the luxurious furniture. My heart races again at the memory that I almost lost her. My fear slips in with the anger, and I breathe it out. Never again. She will regret ever leaving me in a moment of chaos.
She turns to face me, hesitant, waiting. As if realizing her punishment is imminent.
“You are in need, Ella,” I tell her. “And you will not stop me from providing you with what you need.” Her breath hitches as a flush creeps into her cheeks. “Understood?”
“Yes, Z.”
“Good …” My gaze drifts to her silk nightgown and my cock twitches with desire. “Take off your clothes.”
She does as I tell her. Her curves are quickly unveiled as the silk slips into a puddle around her feet. Her lace bra and panties are next, joining the pale pink fabric on the floor. Then she faces me, hands clasped in front of her, her naked body beautiful before my eyes.