Atlas opened the door to his luxurious suite and Meredith entered. He was hard and hungry with need. His fingers yearned to touch her, his mouth to taste her. God the things he wanted to do her.
The moment she had uttered, maybe that's exactly what I want she had set fire to him, arousing every sense and every thought of his. All his reason fled, leaving only the madness of desire.
Atlas stood by the door and watched her stand in the middle of the room wearing the white dress he had chosen for her. He had chosen white because it resembled her perfectly. So pure and innocent.
But by the end of tonight he was going to soil that pure and innocent soul of hers. He was going to drag her into the pits of hell with him.
Atlas felt blood rushing through him. He had to know what secrets hid inside that soft, yielding flesh.
"Take off your clothes." Atlas demanded.
