Darkness radiates into her features, and her mouth twists into the kind of snarl only a brat can pull off.
“Yes…” She draws out the word.“Sir.”Her eyebrow quirks as she says it.Testing me.Sir.Sir.Sir.The echo soaks into my mind.
Fuck.
She must see a crack.Because the brat pounces and leaps into my personal space.
“Oh, didSirlike hearing some respect, mmm?DoesSirlike it when I call her by her proper name?”She’s practically vibrating against me.
Her eyes glimmer so hot I’m surprised the room isn’t on fire.Vampires don’t sweat and yet, the way she stares at me, the way that fucking word coils around my chest, spearing heat straight between my thighs.I’m amazed I’m not dripping.
Another fissure ruptures in my self-control.She is testing me beyond any measure of reason.
“Three, and you’re going to want to listen to this one real well…”
She pops her hand over her mouth, faking shock, and drops to her knees.Sitting on her calves and looking up at me with big innocent eyes.
She places her hands in her lap, almost nadu.Almost.Close enough to know what she’s done.Far enough away to make me understand how much of a brat she really is.
This woman… Mother of Blood.
“Three...?”She hums like she’s all sweet and innocent.
“Every time you disobey me, fail to use words, or leave my side… the consequences will get more severe.”
She sucks that bottom lip in, pushes her chest out until her very erect nipples show through her nighty.
“How severe… exactly?”she asks.
I squat down, run my thumb over her lips before caressing her jaw and bringing my thumb to the dip in her neck.My fingers wrap around her throat and apply just enough pressure that she knows I could snap her neck before she could beg.
Exactly where a brat should be.Beneath me.Under my control.
“Do it.Choke me.I fucking dare you… Sir.”
I hesitate.Confused.I have the upper hand.She’s one word away from me snapping her neck.
“Did you have me confused for a submissive little girl?”she says.
That makes me raise an eyebrow.I run my thumb through the dip between her collarbones, pressing the slightest bit of pressure on it.
“I’ve spent the last five centuries breaking brattier women than you, Princess.”
Laughing, she tries to shake her head against my grip, but I squeeze tighter.She places her hand over mine, increasing the pressure.“However dark you think this can go, however far you think you can push me, I will push back.I don’t know who you think you’re dealing with.But it’s Your Royal Highness, Penelope Lee.And I don’t bend the knee.”
She shunts forward, toppling me back onto the bed and then swipes for something underneath it.
A growl rips through my chest.She pounces on top of me, a wooden stake pinned to my heart.My lips curl into a demonic smile.
I yank the stake out of her grip, grab her by the arms and spin us, so she’s flat on the bed with me straddling her.
I am going to fucking ruin her.“By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging to get on your knees for me.”
Chapter8
Penelope
“Safe word?”Dahlia demands as she pins me to the bed.
