When I opened my eyes again, she was still there, waiting for me. Ready for me.
And the decision I'd been fighting slid into place.
I wasn't going to send her away.
She would be claimed.
Owned.
Used exactly as she already ached to be.
"Remember, Jolie, you asked for this," I warned her.
The pretty flower nodded her response to me as she stared at me, not blinking.
"You understand that doing this... being with me... isn't like a fairytale romance? I'm not some prince who will worship you. Youwillobey me. And if you're a good little milkmaid, I'll reward you."
"Reward me?" she asked, her voice so soft I almost didn't hear it.
"Yes, Jolie. Reward you. Only if I'm satisfied with your service will I allow you the pleasure you so desperately crave. And I'll warn you, pretty flower, I am not easily satisfied."
Her pupils were blown, and her chest rose and fell in rapid breaths as she stared at me.
And then she rocked my world.
"Promise?"
Dear goddess.
Shewasgoing to be the death of me.
I growled before grabbing hold of her arms and pulling her up out of the bed so her body was flush against mine. "Do you consent, Jolie? Do you consent to being my naughty milkmaid? Will you obey me in all things?”
She nodded.
I growled again and enjoyed the shiver that ran through her before claiming her well-used lips in a deep, bruising kiss, before ripping her nightshirt from her body.
She mewled into my mouth, her soft, naked body putty in my hands.
"How will I take you, pretty flower?" I asked when I came up for air. "Will I have you bent over the bed so I can rut you like the beast I am? Or will I have you spread out before me so I can look into those pretty eyes while I take what I want?"
She took a deep breath, her gaze traveling over my face before answering. "Whatever my master wants."
CHAPTER TWELVE
JOLIE
The next thing I knew, I was being thrown over Master's shoulder, and a very inelegant squeal escaped from my lips.
I let out another cry as a hand came down on my ass. "Stay still, Jolie. We can't have you falling before I have my fill of you."
Instantly, I stilled.
Of course I did.
I wanted him to have his fill of me.
No. Ineededhim to.
