Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

I don’t want to talk to him. He’s the only person who knows what happened to me, though, so on
the off chance he tells the truth, I ask woodenly, “What did you do to me?”
Some part of me imagines he will tell me, but not because he’s honest.
Because he enjoys it.
Because he likes confessing perverse things when he knows I’m powerless to leave.
I’m prepared for it, so I don’t flinch when he says, “You passed out, so I picked you up and
carried you in to bed.”
He says that like it’s a natural thing to do, like there was any chance I would have ended up in
his bed of my own volition.
“Did I lose my clothes along the way?” I ask a bit dryly.
“No, but while the dress I picked out for you looked beautiful on, I figured it wouldn’t be
comfortable to sleep in. Then, once I peeled that off, you looked so much more comfortable, I thought
I’d keep going.”
“How gallant.”
His lips quirk ever so slightly. “Once I got your bra off, your lovely tits were just begging for
attention...”
Here it comes…
I swallow.
The bedding rustles as he moves closer to me. I stiffen, but don’t immediately pull away when he
peels back the soft blanket that was covering my boobs.
My nipples harden the instant they’re exposed to the cool air. They’re hard when he reaches over
and takes one between his thumb and forefinger like it belongs to him.
“You have truly remarkable tits, Hallie.” He says it like we’re lovers and I’ll enjoy the
compliment as much as his touch. I try to shove his hand away, but his grip on my nipple tightens
painfully when I do, and the pressure increases until I stop. To reward me for giving in, I suppose, he
lets go and rubs the pad of his thumb across my abused nipple, then he bends down and gives it a little
kiss.
A wicked tingle dances down my spine, but I refuse to feel guilty for it. I have very sensitive
breasts. It’s not my fault they respond to physical stimulation. That doesn’t mean anything. The
tautening of my tummy muscles… it doesn’t mean anything.
His hand leaves my breasts and skims the gentle curve of my bare tummy. “I enjoyed looking at
your body, knowing you couldn’t stop me. I wanted to see more of it.” His finger grazes the line
across my hips where my panties should be. I squeeze my legs together, but he still runs his hand over
my thigh, then reaches around and grabs my ass. “I wanted to taste you, Hallie. I wanted to feel your