บททั้งหมดของ Love or Lust: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Dian POV I had her stand in the center of the room, under the hooks, wearing just her underwear. She looked nervous but not scared. Her hands trembled slightly at her sides.I picked up the first length of rope and showed it to her."This goes around your wrists first," I said, keeping my voice low and calm. "I'm going to wrap it a few times. Not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough to hold."She nodded.I took her right wrist first, wrapping the rope around it carefully. I wrapped it twice, then three times, checking the tightness with my fingers each time. I made sure I could slip two fingers between the rope and her skin."Too tight?""No."I did the same with her left wrist, binding them together. Then I ran the rope up to the hook above her, securing it with a knot I knew would hold. I tested the weight, pulling gently, and she rose onto her toes slightly."How does that feel?""Strange," she admitted. "But good."I smiled and moved to her ankle. I lifted her right

He pressed his lips to her navel, giving it a gentle kiss. His fingers pulled down the short she wore and she stepped out of it.She stood in just her panties.He kissed her hip bone, his mouth tracing a slow path down her thigh, and she felt his breath warm against her skin as he reached her knee. He kissed it, trailing the kisses down her legs until he got to her foot. He lifted her foot gently, cradling her heel in his palm, and pressed his lips to her toes.The gentleness and sensation of it almost made her melt."Dian." She whimpered.He didn't answer with words. He just kissed each toe, like he was memorizing the shape of her feet. Then he trailed his mouth up her ankle to the inside of her calf, making her shiver. She gripped his shoulders to stay standing.He kissed her inner thigh, his mouth getting closer to her pussy, but never quite reaching. Her was teasing her with tenderness."Please," she whispered."Please what?""Please touch me."He looked up at her, his l

Yas POV We were an hour and half into the drive and Dian stopped to get fuel and some snacks for us.Dian was still inside paying for the fuel, and I watched him through the glass window of the station. He was leaning against the counter, one hand in his pocket, laughing at something the cashier said. Even from here, he looked good, so good.I pulled down the visor mirror and checked my reflection. My hair was a mess from the drive, my lips slightly chapped. I licked them, ran my fingers through my hair.The door of the station swung open and Dian walked out, a brown paper bag in one hand and two bottles of water in the other. He spotted me watching him through the windshield and smiled, that knowing smile that made my stomach flip.He opened the driver's side door and tossed the bag onto the back seat. "Got you those sour gummy things you like.""Thank you." I reached for the bag, but he caught my wrist."Wait." His voice dropped. "Come here."I raised an eyebrow. "I'm lit

Yas POV I sat there after Mila left, her words echoing in my head like a song I couldn't shake off.And she wasn't wrong. I had been scared since the very beginning. Scared of wanting him, scared of having him, scared of losing him, and now here I was, standing at the edge of something real, and my first instinct was still to run.I finished my wine. Then I took a shower.I stood under the hot water longer than necessary, letting it run down my back, trying to wash away the doubt that had settled into my bones. When I stepped out, I felt a bit lighter.I dried my hair, put on a clean pair of jeans and a soft sweater, the cream-colored one that Dian always said made my eyes look brighter. I put on a little mascara, a swipe of lip gloss. Nothing crazy. Just enough to feel like myself.I grabbed my keys before I could talk myself out of it. The drive to his apartment was fifteen minutes. I spent the entire time rehearsing what I would say.How I am finally going

Dian POV I ran after her immediately, my hand closed around her arm, pulling her gently, terrified of bruising her, terrified of making this worse."Please." I was breathing so hard, "Please don't walk away. Let me explain."She turned. And God, the look on her face. I had seen her hurt before. I had seen her angry, confused, scared. But this… this was something else, she looked wrecked.My eyes dropped to her face and I saw the exact moment she noticed the lipstick at the corner of my mouth."Let go of me, Dian.""No.""Let go of me." She said again, much colder. A voice I had never heard her use.I released her arm. My hand fell to my side, tingling where her skin had been."Nothing happened, I swear, Yas." My voice broke again. I didn't care. I was past caring about dignity or composure. I would grovel on the floor of this hallway if she asked me to.She laughed. A short and hollow sound."She's in your apartment, Dian. In that dress. Her hair is a mess. Your hair is a mes