“Hmmm.” He presses his left hand to the door, just beside my ear. “You really think that?”
He traces my jaw with his free hand, his fingers leaving a trail of heat.
I raise my chin more so I can keep my gaze lined with his.
“I’m not a child. I don’t ask for permission?—”
“No. You’re not a child.” He wraps his massive hand around my throat, pressing up on my chin until I’m tilting my head back against the door. “You’re my wife. My responsibility. Mine to protect. Mine to provide for.”
He rubs the tip of his nose against mine. “Mine to do with as I wish.”
“Kaz—”
“No.” He stares at my mouth. “Not Kaz.”
I swallow, my throat working against his hand. I know what he wants. And the devil inside me wants desperately to give it to him.
It’s his eyes. I can’t seem to focus properly when the fire burns so bright. I’m like a moth flying straight for the flames that will burn me up.
Even knowing what will happen, I can’t seem to stop myself from flying into them.
“Ask me, ask me for permission to use my name.” He orders, his fingers tightening around my throat.
Marco played this game with me once, he squeezed my airway until stars danced in the edges of my vision. Only when my eyes rolled back and I was about to lose consciousness did he let me go.
This isn’t that.
Kaz isn’t trying to hurt me. He’s trying to break me.
It’s different.
And it’s working.
He kisses me. A soft peck to the side of my mouth before he captures my mouth in a deep, fierce kiss that leaves me breathless and hungry.
“Ask me,” he says again squeezing a little tighter. “Maybe there’s another way to teach you who’s in control here.”
He lets go of my throat, and the cool air of the room brushes across the heated spot where his hand had been. I suck in a deep breath.
With skilled practice, he unbuttons the top button of my jeans and slides his hand inside. Gliding beneath the elastic of my panties, he pushes lower until his fingers brush across my clit.
“Shit, sweetheart,” he whispers into my ear. “Your pussy is soaked for me.”
I want to shove him away, curse him for touching me, throw something at him for making it feel so damn good, but all I do is part my legs a little. I give in. I give him easier access.
He chuckles in my ear, then kisses the spot on my neck just below my earlobe.
“So good for me now, right? You’re a good girl for me when my hand is in your pants. When my fingers are touching your wet, swollen clit.” He emphasizes his words, rolling my clit beneath the pad of his finger.
I press myself into the door, knowing full well if it wasn’t there I’d be on my ass. My knees have given up on holding me up.
I’m in his hands now.
“Should I stop? Do you want me to stop?” He kisses his way up my throat, across my jawline until he’s at my mouth.
He lifts his dark, stormy eyes to mine. “Do you want me to stop, Sienna?”
I remember what he said in the hotel. Just stay the word and he’ll stop. Even if he was balls deep inside me, he’d stop.
