Perfect Ruin (Unyielding #2)(24)

I remained quiet. I didn’t like the sound of that.

He continued, “I will forfeit one night if you do what I ask.”

He was willing to forfeit a night? A hint of disappointment hit me. Whatever this was, I wanted to have sex with him and I had to accept that. But he didn’t need to know.

“Agreed?”

My stomach dropped and goose bumps popped up along my skin. I didn’t like agreeing to something I didn’t know what I was agreeing to.

“Does it involve hurting anyone?”

He laughed. “No, baby. That’s my job, never yours.”

I was also uncertain how I felt about him calling me baby. It was different than his nickname for me. It was personal and familiar, like we were something more than a deal.

“One less night. And no one gets hurt.”

“Yes,” he drawled.

“Fine.”

“Good girl. Go to the freezer.” I frowned, holding the phone to my ear as I walked into the kitchen and opened the freezer door. “On the bottom shelf. Metal container.”

My eyes scanned over the frozen corn, the H?agen-Dazs ice cream, then stopped. I swallowed as I slowly took out the metal container and peered through the small window in the lid. It had a dildo with a blue embossed swirl around it.

“You have it?”

I nodded.

“London?”

“Yes.”

“Take it out of the box.” I did. “Now get into bed. And take off your clothes.”

Shit, he knew I broke the rule once again and was wearing pajamas.

Once in my room, I slipped them off and crawled onto my bed.

“Prop yourself up and bend your knees,” he instructed.

Oh, Jesus, I knew exactly what I was supposed to do with this. The most experience I’d had with sex toys was a tiny clit stimulator.

“Need you to talk to me, London.”

“Yeah. Okay, but—”

“Legs apart.” I swallowed. “Wider,” he growled into the phone.

To my mortification, tingles erupted between my legs. A man on the phone was telling me what to do with a dildo he’d put in the freezer.

“Now, rub it between your legs.” I stared at the toy in my hand and thought about it. It was cold. Really cold. I didn’t like jumping in a swimming pool below eighty. I was one of those people who took their time inch by inch and if it was too cold, I didn’t even bother.

Could I pretend to do what he said and not do it?

“Never hesitate, London. Hesitating will get you hurt,” he said. It was like he was warning me, not because he was angry, but for my own good.

I switched hands with the phone and the dildo, as it was already too cold in my hand. Then I closed my eyes and lowered it between my legs.

My breath hitched as the hard cold met my heated soft skin.

“Slide it up and down your *. Get it wet, baby,” he directed.

The phone crackled with my heavy breath when the pain from the cold sifted through me. “It’s too cold.” I pulled it away.

“That’s the point. Your body will warm it enough to put inside you.”

I didn’t want to. I didn’t like being cold and I didn’t like doing this. I felt awkward and silly.

I tossed the dildo aside and yanked the sheet up over me. “I’m not doing this.”

I hung up and shut my phone off.

I sat up against the headboard, my knees to my chest, arms around them. My pulse raced as I wondered what the hell I was thinking considering shoving a freezing cold dildo up inside me.

It was only five minutes before I heard the dead bolt click, and the door opened. Kai stood there, looking larger than life. He was larger than life—at least in attitude.

“Kai,” I breathed as he stalked toward me, his cell still in his hand. “I thought….” I clamped my mouth shut as he tossed his phone on the bedside table, grabbed the sheet and yanked it off me to pool on the floor. His gaze scanned the bed then stopped on the dildo where I’d tossed it.

He took two steps to the right, leaned over and picked it up. Only then did he look at me.

I was terrified by what I’d see, but he didn’t look angry. But he wasn’t happy either. I couldn’t tell what he was feeling and that bothered me more than anything because I had no idea what he’d do next.

“Don’t ever hang up on me.”

Yeah, Kai wouldn’t appreciate that. I held my legs closer to my chest protectively. Despite my balled-up shielded appearance, I met his eyes and refused to flinch or look away.

“You don’t want to do something, say it. But don’t ever hang up on me.” He grabbed my ankle and a small scream escaped as he yanked and I landed flat on my back.

“You can’t tell me what to do.”

He completely ignored what I said, dropped the dildo between my legs and it bounced once on the mattress. He unclipped the belt on his stylish charcoal grey dress pants and pulled it through the loops. He held onto the buckle and wrapped the leather around his hand twice then left the rest dangling.

My eyes widened as they went from the belt then back at him. “You can’t,” I stammered.

His brows rose. “No?”

Holy shit. He was going to spank me for hanging up on him? Shit. I dove for the side of the bed. “You’re crazy,” I shouted as I scrambled to my feet and ran for the door.