Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 25
Mycuriosityburns,blazeseven,butIresisttheoverwhelmingtemptationtosneakaquickpeek.Whenhefinisheswhathe’sdoing,hecomestostandinfrontofme.Icanseehisnakedfeet,andIwanttokisseveryinchofthem…runmytongueoverhisinstep,suckeachofhistoes.Holyshit.
“Youlooklovely,”hebreathes.
Ikeepmyheaddown,consciousthathe’sstaringatmewhileIampracticallynaked.Ifeeltheflushasitslowlyspreadsovermyface.Hebendsdownandcupsmychin,forcingmyfaceuptomeethisgaze.
“Youareonebeautifulwoman,Anastasia.Andyou’reallmine,”hemurmurs.“Standup.”Hiscommandissoft,fullofsensualpromise.
Shakily,Igettomyfeet.
“Lookatme,”hebreathes,andIstareupintohissmolderinggaze.ItishisDomgaze—cold,hard,andsexyashell,sevenshadesofsininoneenticinglook.Mymouthdries,andIknowIwilldoanythingheasks.Analmostcruelsmileplaysacrosshislips.
“Wedon’thaveasignedcontract,Anastasia.Butwe’vediscussedlimits.AndIwanttoreiteratewehavesafewords,okay?”
Holyfuck…whathashegotplannedthatIneedsafewords?
“Whatarethey?”heasksauthoritatively.
Ifrownslightlyathisquestion,andhisfacehardensperceptibly.
“Whatarethesafewords,Anastasia?”hesaysslowlyanddeliberately.
“‘Yellow,’”Imumble.
“And?”heprompts,hismouthsettinginahardline.
“‘Red,’”Ibreathe.
“Rememberthose.
