Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 127933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
"This was my room," he said as we reached a large, intricately carved door at the end of the hall. His voice, deep and low, sent a shiver down my spine. He opened the door, and I stepped inside, momentarily speechless. The room was breathtaking. Dark, elegant, and undeniably gothic, it looked like something pulled straight out of a dream.
Tall, arched windows framed by heavy drapes allowed the moonlight to spill in, casting soft shadows on the floor. The furniture was all dark wood and rich textures, every piece exuding an old-world luxury that made the space feel grand and intimate all at once.
There were rose petals.
They were everywhere, scattered across the bed, the floor, and even some on the windowsill. Their deep red stood out in stark contrast to the black linens and dark furnishings. Candles flickered in every corner, their flames casting a warm, golden glow across the room, filling the space with a sense of intimacy that wrapped around me like a second skin. It was beautiful. I stood there taking it all in, knowing that he had set it up this way for me.
Me.
I moved further into the room, my fingers trailing lightly over the carved wood of a nearby dresser.
As I took it all in, I could feel his eyes on me, watching my every move. When I turned to face him, his gaze was unwavering, the weight of it sending a pulse of warmth through me.
“What are you thinking, delicium meum?” he asked, his voice a low, velvet murmur. The words slid over me, wrapping around me like a possessive embrace.
I shook my head, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts. Everything that had happened tonight, the truths I’d learned, the reality of the life I was being pulled into. It was all overwhelming. But right now, in this room, with him standing there, none of that seemed to matter. I took a slow breath, finally meeting his gaze. “I’m thinking... you know exactly what you’re doing.”
He grinned, that devilish smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "I may have an ulterior motive beyond making you feel cherished," he said, his voice dripping with dark amusement.
I swallowed, my pulse quickening at the way he looked at me, so sure of himself, so sure of us. I almost told him he didn’t need to do all of this, that he already made me feel cherished without grand gestures like this. The truth of it hit me before I even finished the thought—he had a way of making me feel like I was the only person in the world when we were together, as twisted as everything else might be.
Then something else crept into my mind—his past. The fact that he had been married twice. I had known this for a while, and it had never really bothered me before. Standing there in the room he once called his own, surrounded by the effort he had put into making this night special, the thought of it weighed heavier than I expected. Had he done this before? Created this kind of intimacy with them too? And if so, how did that make me any different?
"You’ve done this before... haven’t you?"
He locked the door behind him, the soft click echoing in the room like a final decision.
My heart thudded in my chest as he moved further inside, the space between us shrinking.
“I didn’t do a half of this for them. I never wanted to.” He closed the remaining distance between us in a few slow, deliberate steps, his hand finding its way to my chin, tipping my face up to meet his gaze. “They never mattered the way you do,” he assured me, “What do I need to do to prove this is all only for you? That you are everything?”
His fingers trailed down to my throat, resting there lightly, his thumb tracing the delicate skin, but the weight of the gesture wasn’t lost on me. “In case I haven’t made it clear, I want all of you,” he murmured, his grip tightening just enough to send a thrill through me. “Every thought, every fear, every dark corner you try to keep from me. No one else has ever had that, no one else ever will. I don’t just want to possess you, Lolita. I want to consume you. There will be no space between us, no other thought in your mind except me.”
His words filled me with something I couldn’t quite name—more than desire. It was darker, more powerful. I didn’t know what to say, didn’t know if I even could say anything as the intensity of this man always overwhelmed me. His grip on my throat tightened slightly, his thumb brushing over my pulse as he leaned in, his lips grazing the shell of my ear.