“You’d ruin our friendship over a bit of material?”
I move closer. I can’t help it. She is magnetic. And when she’s acting like this, pretending to be so sweet and innocent, like she doesn’t know exactly what she’s doing to me with those bare legs and that tiny skirt—the primal part of me thrives.
She’d pretend so well. Whimpering and pleading beneath me. Begging me—
“I’ll be ruining more than that.” I never drop her gaze, but my shadows stir, the hallway darkens. She should be terrified, backing away.
Instead, she doubles down on her act. Fluttering her long lashes, fingertips pressing into her plump lower lip.
It all stirs my beast. Entices it.
Does she have any idea what this little showcase is doing to me?
Watching this ethereal, enigmatic woman pretend she’s anything but, pretending she’s so innocent and naive—it’s all just… too much.
And suddenly, I’m not imagining anymore. I can see it. Her submitting to me. So fucking vividly.
And when her lips pull into a small, coy smile, brows softly furrowing, hand falling away to reveal that slightly pouted lip—urging me to take a bite…
The tiny thread holding my control tightens.
Then she murmurs, “I’m not sure what you mean,my lord.”
My—
What did she—
From friend to...that.
“I—”I try to speak. Try to shatter the tension, but the thread only tightens.
I am so fucked.
And she knows it.
That sly little smirk hasn’t moved.
My lord.
My.
I repeat it in my head. Again. Again.
But it’s laced with indecent images, ones of her whimpering that very phrase.
“Is everything okay, my lord?”
Fuuuuck.
I close my eyes, but that’s another mistake.
All I see are her soft eyes, gazing up at me. Mock innocence and concern shaping her features as I coax her to obey, to let me take care of her. Imagining her giving me control, surrendering, taking over her completely—mind, body, soul…
“You’re not gonna make this easy for us, are you?” My voice is low, rough with darkness. I plant my hands on the frameabove her head and lean in, forcing her spine flat against the door.
Our eyes meet again, and hold. With that one look, she’s daring me, enticing me, urging me to snap.
A brat who can fake submission.
