Page 56 of Play Room Actor

My gaze returned to Kilian, who was watching me with a slightly tilted head and a dark look in his eyes.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “You’re serious.”

“Did you think I was joking?”

“I should go. I mean … I’m working.”

“You’re on a break,” he said in a low, ominous voice.

I swallowed as it dawned on me that I found him much sexier than Anastasia in her lacy lingerie. His messy hair only made him hotter, wilder, and more dangerous. There was a darkness in his eyes that made me swallow hard.

I was at his mercy. Because no matter how hard I tried to keep Mr. Hyde locked away, even I had my pride and refused to run away from this playroom like a scaredy-cat.

Plus, I was just too curious and wanted to see what Kilian had in mind.

I could probably take it easy. He knew I couldn’t get hard, and apparently, that didn’t bother him. My sex abstinence aside, no matter what he had planned for me, I couldn’t really do anything.

Oh yeah, I was incredibly weak.

And a master at lying to myself.

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Kilian

I blocked the door. The fearful look in Dominic’s eyes made it clear that, while he understood his role as prey, he hadn’t yet reached the point of accepting it. By now, he must have realized it excited him to be dominated.

As I moved closer, he took a step back, eyeing me with a wary squint.

With a smirk, I wiped the corners of my mouth with the back of my hand. “You have no idea what I’ve already done to you in my fantasies.”

“Kil, this isn’t funny. Vasily’s waiting outside.”

No, he didn’t, but Dominic didn’t need to know that he had already finished work. After the incident in the control room, I had my suspicions, but seeing the fire in his eyes burn brighter confirmed that he wasn’t entirely opposed to the forbidden. Whether or not his cock was twitching didn’t matter.

I wanted to see how far he would go, to the point where he begged for mercy. It didn’t matter how many hours it took—I knew this night wouldn’t end until Dominic climaxed, with or without release.

“Take off the jacket,” I ordered.

He opened his mouth and drew a ragged breath. “Kil …”

His body seemed frozen, so I stepped closer and unbuttoned the jacket for him. The tension between us was palpable as I slid it off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Then I stepped back.

“What are you planning?” he asked.

Although Dominic tried to maintain a composed exterior, one thing betrayed how close he was to bursting with excitement: the pulse in his neck was hammering at a terrifying pace.

“Now the shirt.”

Dominic swallowed hard but complied. With trembling hands, he unfastened one button after another and slipped out of his white shirt. His chest muscles tightened, and when he bit his lower lip, I held my breath.

It was the first time I had seen his bare chest, and he was a sight to behold. His upright posture, flawless skin, slightly hairy chest, and on his left side—a Rolling Stones tongue logo tattoo, about two inches tall in black ink.

Irresistible.

“And now the pants,” I commanded.