A low growl unfolds from his throat, ready to face the challenge. “Try me.”
Even for someone as powerful as he is, he can’t have it all. It’s like life tips the scale, and some things will be impossible to achieve.
“Don’t make me say what would only stain our time together.”
His chest expands with his heavy breathing. I don’t have to turn to know he’s brooding. It’s in his nature to give me what I want. He can’t help himself, and who am I to refuse him.
Just as I expected, heaviness pulls his features taut. I brush my fingers along his defined cheekbones and sharp jaw, caressing away the hardness.
“Let’s not delve into what we can’t change, Mika. You’ve already given me more than I could have asked for.”
It’s not only about the endless gifts he has given me.
“I would give you everything. Whatever you ask,” he says with a resolution that both scares and excites me.
I know he would. His oath,I owe you a life. Mine if you demand,as he drove me back home—bleeding, dirty, broken is one I will never forget.
I must tread carefully. Because if I keep asking, he will keep giving, regardless of the fatal consequences.
I am spoiled, but I would never jeopardize their bond, even if it means sacrificing my heart.
His phone rings from somewhere in the house. He ignores it, continuing to gaze at me, caressing my skin and touching my soul.
“What if it’s important?” I offer.
He waves a hand dismissively through the air. “It can wait. The world could end for all I fucking care.”
It feels like he’s just as eager as I am to spend every moment together, creating a lifetime of memories in only a few days. We should have given in from the moment my brother and his sister went on their honeymoon.
Helping me up, he washes my hair. His fingers dig into my scalp, massaging the tension away, and a soft moan rolls out of my mouth.
“I only have to put my hands on you for you to moan for me, huh?”
“Not my fault, your hands are magical,” I moan, savoring his gentle care.
Laughter shakes his chest, making me wish I could always be a source of joy and calmness in his clouded, stormy life.
“Come on, you tease, let me take you to bed.”
“Your bed?” I ask, hope ringing loud.
“Mm-hmm. I’m not taking you back tonight.”
In this very moment, my heart has turned into a keyboard, the high notes soaring before the low notes crash down—the perfect refrain for a tune that brims with impending heartache.
Clearing my throat, I ask, faking coyness that honestly has been stabbed to death with each rock of his hips, “And what will you do with me in your bed?”
His hand comes down on my ass, connecting with my sensitive flesh. The slap instantly makes me hot and wanton. He’s conditioning me to be his obedient plaything. How can I resist when I crave the pleasure as if I am suffocating, desperate for a mouthful of air.
“Such a brat. What am I going to do with you?”
Keep me. But that is wishful thinking.
Sliding my finger from his nose down to his neck, I cup his cock, feeling bold. I want this man on his knees for me. It’s not a competition, but I want everything that was before me erased from his memory. “Whatever you want.”
The vein in his neck throbs just like the one on his shaft.
An appreciative groan rumbles in his throat. “That’s a very dangerous idea. I would be careful about what I consent to if I were you.”
