questions. Find out what she was thinking. Discover what she’d been doing all this time and everything else in between. But the words kept getting jumbled up in his brain because all he could think about was turning her over the arm of the sofa and hiking that skirt above her waist.
An idea popped into his head and a slow smile slid over his lips—there was one easy way to see where her mind was. Despite whatever changes she’d undergone, she was still submissive and it would cut right to the chase. It was a calculated risk but after the month he’d had, he was in a dangerous enough mood to pull it off.
And his instincts told him he was right.
Decision made, he nodded. “I do approve. In fact, stand up, pull that skirt over your hips and bend over that couch, girl.”
Heat darkened her eyes and her breath hitched as her foot began to sway. “And if I don’t?” Her voice sly, devious.
And right then, Mason knew he had her. She was his.
Relief, powerful and swift, lightened his chest and eased the tension he’d been carrying around for so long he couldn’t remember a time it hadn’t been there.
Followed by a lust so primal everything else paled in comparison.
They could work out everything else later. Right now, he needed to establish who was in control here before she got any wayward ideas about an uprising. “I believe you’re acquainted with the dungeon.”
She shuddered, her small shoulders shaking as she licked her lips. “Don’t you want to talk first?”
He studied her closely. She didn’t lower her gaze, just met him head-on. He found he liked that about her. It was different. It wasn’t the rules but it fit them. “If you’re not wet when I touch you, we can talk first.”
Her thighs tightened, giving him all the answers he needed to know.
Thank god he wasn’t going to have to live without her.
He gave her his most cocky, knowing smile. “Shall we see what we’re dealing with here?”
The vee of her black sweater allowed him to witness the quickening of her breath as her chest rose and fell. Her pupils dilated. “And if I refuse?”
She was testing him, although he didn’t have the mental capacity to figure out why with all the blood rushing to his cock. He’d get to the bottom of her motives later when he could think again.
Right now, he told her the simple truth. “Make no mistake, Anna, you’re going over that couch. How you get there and the price you pay is up to you. What’s it going to be?”
He sat back and laced his fingers over his stomach as though he had all the time in the world. In truth, she had about thirty seconds to comply before he took matters into his own hands.
He was feeling ruthless. Demanding. There would be no patience with her tonight.
So it was a damn good thing she didn’t appear to need any. Women wearing knee-high boots and a sinful smile weren’t looking for slow and easy. And he intended to give her what she needed. What they both needed.
Her, under his control.
She waited about twenty-nine of her thirty seconds and then stood.
Triumph stampeded through his blood and all his anger exploded into dust, just like the building he’d leveled today.
She straightened, throwing her shoulders back, hands on her hips, her legs spread apart. There wasn’t one thing timid about her. Hell, she looked like a warrior princess, decked out in ass-kicking black.
His gaze flicked pointedly to her hips.
Inch by torturous inch, that black skirt climbed up her thighs.
He wanted to pounce. Had to force himself to stay in his seat.
Another slide of fabric exposed another stretch of thigh.
Goddamn he loved this woman and he made his intentions known. “I’m not letting you go again.”
Her fingers curled over the hem of her skirt and tugged another inch. “That’s good, because I’m in for the long haul.”
Happiness replaced the grief from the last month. He’d find out all the details later but for now he needed to claim her at that most
An idea popped into his head and a slow smile slid over his lips—there was one easy way to see where her mind was. Despite whatever changes she’d undergone, she was still submissive and it would cut right to the chase. It was a calculated risk but after the month he’d had, he was in a dangerous enough mood to pull it off.
And his instincts told him he was right.
Decision made, he nodded. “I do approve. In fact, stand up, pull that skirt over your hips and bend over that couch, girl.”
Heat darkened her eyes and her breath hitched as her foot began to sway. “And if I don’t?” Her voice sly, devious.
And right then, Mason knew he had her. She was his.
Relief, powerful and swift, lightened his chest and eased the tension he’d been carrying around for so long he couldn’t remember a time it hadn’t been there.
Followed by a lust so primal everything else paled in comparison.
They could work out everything else later. Right now, he needed to establish who was in control here before she got any wayward ideas about an uprising. “I believe you’re acquainted with the dungeon.”
She shuddered, her small shoulders shaking as she licked her lips. “Don’t you want to talk first?”
He studied her closely. She didn’t lower her gaze, just met him head-on. He found he liked that about her. It was different. It wasn’t the rules but it fit them. “If you’re not wet when I touch you, we can talk first.”
Her thighs tightened, giving him all the answers he needed to know.
Thank god he wasn’t going to have to live without her.
He gave her his most cocky, knowing smile. “Shall we see what we’re dealing with here?”
The vee of her black sweater allowed him to witness the quickening of her breath as her chest rose and fell. Her pupils dilated. “And if I refuse?”
She was testing him, although he didn’t have the mental capacity to figure out why with all the blood rushing to his cock. He’d get to the bottom of her motives later when he could think again.
Right now, he told her the simple truth. “Make no mistake, Anna, you’re going over that couch. How you get there and the price you pay is up to you. What’s it going to be?”
He sat back and laced his fingers over his stomach as though he had all the time in the world. In truth, she had about thirty seconds to comply before he took matters into his own hands.
He was feeling ruthless. Demanding. There would be no patience with her tonight.
So it was a damn good thing she didn’t appear to need any. Women wearing knee-high boots and a sinful smile weren’t looking for slow and easy. And he intended to give her what she needed. What they both needed.
Her, under his control.
She waited about twenty-nine of her thirty seconds and then stood.
Triumph stampeded through his blood and all his anger exploded into dust, just like the building he’d leveled today.
She straightened, throwing her shoulders back, hands on her hips, her legs spread apart. There wasn’t one thing timid about her. Hell, she looked like a warrior princess, decked out in ass-kicking black.
His gaze flicked pointedly to her hips.
Inch by torturous inch, that black skirt climbed up her thighs.
He wanted to pounce. Had to force himself to stay in his seat.
Another slide of fabric exposed another stretch of thigh.
Goddamn he loved this woman and he made his intentions known. “I’m not letting you go again.”
Her fingers curled over the hem of her skirt and tugged another inch. “That’s good, because I’m in for the long haul.”
Happiness replaced the grief from the last month. He’d find out all the details later but for now he needed to claim her at that most
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