His Absolute Betrayal - Elise's Love Story: The Billionaire's Continuum (#2) (A Contemporary Romance Novel) by Cerys du Lys
Authors: Cerys du Lys
Tags: thriller, Crime, Mystery, Dark Romance, romantic suspense, bondage, Love Story, romance novel, office sex, modern romance, bdsm sex, domination submission, erotic spanking
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inside, pressing against the hollow of her throat, too? Did it say the same thing as mine, or something else?
I stared at her harshly, refusing to accept or admit that maybe she did, maybe I wasn't the only one.
"Elle," Lucent said. "This is Miss Tanner."
Elle cocked her head to the side. "Mistress?"
Lucent sighed and shook his head, but if she saw it, she pretended to ignore him.
"Elle," he said. "Enough. How many times do I have to tell you? That's over. It's done with."
"What's over?" I snapped. "What are you talking about?"
Before Lucent could say anything, Elle chimed in, giddy. "I'm Master Storme's submissive," she said.
I fainted. Or I wanted to. I wish I could have. Unfortunately I didn't. Instead, I just got really really mad. "What!" I shouted. "What the hell, Lucent? What's going on here?"
Elle shied away from me, returning to her knees. This time she looked to me instead of Lucent. "Sorry Mistress Tanner. I—I—I thought you must have known. Because Master Storme, of course he would tell you. It's been a long time. Oh. Oh. Lucent . Sorry. That's it. Lucent. I know you said things are over between us but I thought, I... this... I thought maybe..."
"Stop," Lucent said. "Elle, stop. No. Elise, I can explain. Please. Elle was my submissive, but that was a long time ago. We were never in a serious relationship. It's not the same as—"
Not the same as what? Was I supposed to care about that? Oh, not the same, except she's got a choker just like the one Lucent gave me. And so, oh, I really had to wonder if he just gave those to everyone? Yes, perhaps Lucent said he and Elle weren't ever serious, but I didn't know why we were here if that was the case. Even if they were serious, I still didn't know why we were here. Maybe he didn't believe it, but he'd basically just brought me to his ex-girlfriend's place, hadn't he?
It really all boiled down to: Why were we here?
I couldn't think of a single good reason. Not one.
And, so, I slapped him. Hard. My palm hit his cheek, echoing through the foyer of the apartment building. I didn't say anything to him, I just seethed. I didn't want to slap the pretty little tramp on the floor, because she hadn't really done much except be a pretty little tramp. That was crime enough in my mind, though. Crime enough not to be nice to her, at least.
I stomped past her, pushing her to the side with my body. She scrambled away, whimpering.
Good. I didn't even know if she was actually whimpering. I thought she was faking it. Yes, well, it was just a game, now wasn't it? How much of a game? What sorts of games did Lucent like to play with her?
I knew. I probably knew all of them, because he must have played them with me, too.
I wanted to love him. I wanted to just ignore all of this and leave. I did leave. I left them. While they stood in the front hallway of Elle's apartment, watching me walk away, I stomped through the house, my heels clicking on the tiled floor, looking for somewhere else to go. Anywhere else. I needed to think. I needed time. I should have gone the other way. I should have left the way I came in, but I didn't think about it until I'd walked away. I needed to get away more than anything.
I didn't know what I needed.
I needed Lucent.
I didn't know how I could have him, though. I didn't know why he kept hurting me like this. What did I do wrong?
...
This apartment was completely foreign to me in more ways than one. The decorations were strange, first off. Parts of it looked very domineering and cold, while other parts looked nice and warm. Nothing to do with the actual temperature, no, but...
I found dark, Gothic-style paintings hanging up in the hallway of one room, with curtains on the walls to accentuate the style. Then I passed by the kitchen, which looked cozy and familiar. One hallway led to a giant dining
I stared at her harshly, refusing to accept or admit that maybe she did, maybe I wasn't the only one.
"Elle," Lucent said. "This is Miss Tanner."
Elle cocked her head to the side. "Mistress?"
Lucent sighed and shook his head, but if she saw it, she pretended to ignore him.
"Elle," he said. "Enough. How many times do I have to tell you? That's over. It's done with."
"What's over?" I snapped. "What are you talking about?"
Before Lucent could say anything, Elle chimed in, giddy. "I'm Master Storme's submissive," she said.
I fainted. Or I wanted to. I wish I could have. Unfortunately I didn't. Instead, I just got really really mad. "What!" I shouted. "What the hell, Lucent? What's going on here?"
Elle shied away from me, returning to her knees. This time she looked to me instead of Lucent. "Sorry Mistress Tanner. I—I—I thought you must have known. Because Master Storme, of course he would tell you. It's been a long time. Oh. Oh. Lucent . Sorry. That's it. Lucent. I know you said things are over between us but I thought, I... this... I thought maybe..."
"Stop," Lucent said. "Elle, stop. No. Elise, I can explain. Please. Elle was my submissive, but that was a long time ago. We were never in a serious relationship. It's not the same as—"
Not the same as what? Was I supposed to care about that? Oh, not the same, except she's got a choker just like the one Lucent gave me. And so, oh, I really had to wonder if he just gave those to everyone? Yes, perhaps Lucent said he and Elle weren't ever serious, but I didn't know why we were here if that was the case. Even if they were serious, I still didn't know why we were here. Maybe he didn't believe it, but he'd basically just brought me to his ex-girlfriend's place, hadn't he?
It really all boiled down to: Why were we here?
I couldn't think of a single good reason. Not one.
And, so, I slapped him. Hard. My palm hit his cheek, echoing through the foyer of the apartment building. I didn't say anything to him, I just seethed. I didn't want to slap the pretty little tramp on the floor, because she hadn't really done much except be a pretty little tramp. That was crime enough in my mind, though. Crime enough not to be nice to her, at least.
I stomped past her, pushing her to the side with my body. She scrambled away, whimpering.
Good. I didn't even know if she was actually whimpering. I thought she was faking it. Yes, well, it was just a game, now wasn't it? How much of a game? What sorts of games did Lucent like to play with her?
I knew. I probably knew all of them, because he must have played them with me, too.
I wanted to love him. I wanted to just ignore all of this and leave. I did leave. I left them. While they stood in the front hallway of Elle's apartment, watching me walk away, I stomped through the house, my heels clicking on the tiled floor, looking for somewhere else to go. Anywhere else. I needed to think. I needed time. I should have gone the other way. I should have left the way I came in, but I didn't think about it until I'd walked away. I needed to get away more than anything.
I didn't know what I needed.
I needed Lucent.
I didn't know how I could have him, though. I didn't know why he kept hurting me like this. What did I do wrong?
...
This apartment was completely foreign to me in more ways than one. The decorations were strange, first off. Parts of it looked very domineering and cold, while other parts looked nice and warm. Nothing to do with the actual temperature, no, but...
I found dark, Gothic-style paintings hanging up in the hallway of one room, with curtains on the walls to accentuate the style. Then I passed by the kitchen, which looked cozy and familiar. One hallway led to a giant dining
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