Drawn to You: Volume 2

By: Vanessa Booke

DEDICATION

This book is dedicated to my husband.

Thank you for putting up with my craziness and for encouraging me to follow my dreams.

I love you so very much.





“The great art of life is sensation,

to feel that we exist, even in pain.”

- Lord Byron





PROLOGUE


TRISTAN





I’VE RUINED EVERYTHING.

The thought filters through me as I climb the staircase with Emily in my arms. She shivers as we pass through the desolate hallway that leads to the bathroom adjacent to her bedroom. Emily’s bright eyes watch me as I sit her down on the edge of the giant sunken bathtub. The bottom of Emily’s nightie is stained red with blotches of blood. The sight of it gives me both pleasure and causes me pain. I turn to the bathtub and flip the faucet on letting the water rise to a tolerable temperature. Emily sits silently staring at me with a confused look on her face. I reach over and begin to pull up her nightie, but the bright flame that stains her cheeks stops me.

“A bath will help with any discomfort you might feel,” I say, pushing back a stray strand of blonde from her face. “I’m going to go look for some aspirin while you get in. Just be careful. It might be too hot at first.”

“Okay,” she mumbles.

“I’ll be back. Don’t go anywhere.”

I disappear down the stairs and into the kitchen, grateful that Nicholas hasn’t woken up. I tear through the pantry in search of aspirin. I slip the bottle into my pocket and head back to my room to dress. It isn’t until I’m halfway to my bed that I realize the sub I was playing with earlier is still in my room.

The young blonde’s breathless voice calls out to me from the edge of my mattress as her hands are crossed and bound above her head. She tugs on the restraints to loosen them but they only squeeze tighter. A worried look crosses her face as I enter the room still reeling from what took place on the stairs. She tilts her head to get a better look at me, but I avoid her questioning gaze. I can’t stand to look at her. Even worse is the fact I can’t erase the image of Emily’s startled face when she caught me with the sub.

“Is everything all right?” she asks hesitantly.

Fuck no. The smell of Emily on my skin guts me as I spot the wet marks on the sheets from my time with the sub. I untie her restraints and hand her the mini skirt she came in. She slowly slides off the bed pulling the sheet off my bed with her. I’m going to burn these sheets. I don’t want any memory of tonight including the blonde in my bed. She kneels at my feet never taking her eyes off her knees. In the short amount of time together, she’s learned me well.

“Master, did I do something to anger you?”

“You need to go.”

“But we were just getting started…”

“I don’t give a shit. You need to leave.”

I watch her with irritation as she looks at me with a look of betrayal. I probably won’t hear the end of it from everyone at the Pleasure Chest. They don’t take kindly to those who screw over other members. I watch the blonde slip on the rest of her clothes and then scurry out of my room. I don’t bother asking to call a cab for her. I know I’m a dick, but I don’t care. I’m grateful when her pouty lips are out of my sight as she finally makes her way out the front door of the StoneHaven mansion.

A gutting rush of shame overwhelms me as I stare at my reflection in my bedroom mirror. There’s no clean way out of the mess I’ve made tonight. The lines between Emily and I have been blurred, and I’m not sure we can ever go back. What the fuck was I thinking? I wasn’t thinking. I let my emotions take control of me. I let go of the control I’ve desperately craved my entire life. How can I ever look Nicholas in the face again? Fuck, I’m going to lose them all over again.

Anger pulsates through me as my fist makes contact with one of my shelves, sending books flying everywhere. Despite the pain that radiates through my hand, it doesn’t ease my guilt. The image of Emily’s face as I push inside her sends my heart slamming into my chest. I took something from her I can never give back. There’s no walking away from this in one piece. Surely, I’m eternally damned for this.

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