Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 18
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Holycow.Hewantstohurtme…howdoIdealwiththis?Ican’thidethehorroronmyface.
“Don’tletanyonetrytoconvinceyouotherwise,Anastasia.Oneofthereasonspeoplelikemedothisisbecauseweeitherliketogiveorreceivepain.It’sverysimple.Youdon’t,soIspentagreatdealoftimeyesterdaythinkingaboutthat.”
Hepullsmeagainsthim,andhiserectionpressesintomybelly.Ishouldrun,butIcan’t.I’mdrawntohimonsomedeep,elementallevelthatIcan’tbegintounderstand.
“Didyoureachanyconclusions?”Iwhisper.
“No,andrightnow,Ijustwanttotieyouupandfuckyousenseless.Areyoureadyforthat?”
“Yes,”Ibreatheaseverythinginmybodytightensatonce…wow.
“Good.Come.”Hetakesmyhandand,leavingallthedirtydishesonthebreakfastbar,weheadupstairs.
Myheartstartspounding.Thisisit.I’mreallygoingtodothis.Myinnergoddessisspinninglikeaworld-classballerina,pirouetteafterpirouette.Heopensthedoortohisplayroom,standingbackformetowalkthrough,andIamoncemoreintheRedRoomofPain.
It’sthesame,thesmellofleather,citrus-scentedpolish,anddarkwood,allverysensual.Mybloodisrunningheatedandscaredthroughmysystem—adrenalinemixedwithlustandlonging.It’saheady,potentcocktail.Christian’sstancehaschangedcompletely,subtlyaltered,harderandmeaner.Hegazesdownatmeandhiseyesareheated,lustful…hypnotic.
“Whenyou’reinhere,youarecompletelymine,”hebreathes,eachwordslowandmeasured.“TodowithasIseefit.
