Пятьдесят оттенков серого

           “Soyouhavenochoice,”hesayssardonically.

           “Clearly.”Ican’tkeepthesarcasmoutofmyvoiceasmyeyesreachfortheheavens.

           “Oh,AnastasiaSteele,didyoujustrollyoureyesatme?”

           Crap.

           “No,”Isqueak.

           “Ithinkyoudid.WhatdidIsayI’ddotoyouifyourolledyoureyesatmeagain?”

           Shit.Hesitsdownontheedgeofthebed.

           “Comehere,”hesayssoftly.

           Iblanch.Jeez…he’sserious.Isitstaringathim,completelyimmobile.

           “Ihaven’tsigned,”Iwhisper.

           “ItoldyouwhatI’ddo.I’mamanofmyword.I’mgoingtospankyou,andthenI’mgoingtofuckyouveryquickandveryhard.Lookslikewe’llneedthatcondomafterall.”

           Hisvoiceissosoft,menacing,andit’sdamnedhot.Myinsidespracticallycontortwithpotent,needy,liquid,desire.Hegazesatme,waiting,eyesblazing.Tentatively,Iuncurlmylegs.ShouldIrun?Thisisit;ourrelationshiphangsinthebalance,righthere,rightnow.DoIlethimdothisordoIsayno,andthenthat’sit?BecauseIknowitwillbeoverifIsayno.Doit!myinnergoddesspleadswithme.MysubconsciousisasparalyzedasIam.

           “I’mwaiting,”hesays.“I’mnotapatientman.”

           Oh,fortheloveofallthat’sholy.I’mpanting,afraid,turnedon.Bloodpoundingthroughmybody,mylegslikejelly.Slowly,IcrawlovertohimuntilIambesidehim.

           “Goodgirl,”hemurmurs.“Nowstandup.”

           Oh,shit…can’thejustgetthisoverwith?I’mnotsureifIcanstand.Hesitantly,Iclambertomyfeet.Heholdshishandout,andIplacethecondominhispalm.