“You should let me leave,” I say softly.
He makes another sound, this one much less approving and way more frustrated.
“No.” He sinks his hands into my hair, shoving me back until my face is tilted up toward him. “You’re never leaving. Never running away. Never hiding again. Do you understand me?”
Before I can answer, his mouth takes mine again. His hands roam freely over my body, squeezing, fondling, making me lose what little sense I have left.
When he breaks again, his eyes are filled with more than just arousal. There’s something animalistic, something wild in his gaze.
“If I have to lock you away, I will. We have a place for that. Promise me I don’t have to do that.” This isn’t just an order, this is a plea.
He thinks I’ll run from him. Like Elana did.
“I won’t run away.” I raise my fingers to his jaw. “I promise.”
Heat flares in his gaze as he reaches between our bodies, fisting the skirt of my dress and gathering the material in his grip.
He kisses me again, but this time, I kiss him right back. I match his energy, letting my mind shut off completely to anything other than the sensations his touch provides.
This isn’t me. This isn’t how I do things. I’m practical. I think things through. I don’t let my emotions drive my actions, but this right here proves me a liar.
I’m lost, swimming in a sea of arousal so vast and wide I’m not even sure there’s a shore anymore to be washed up on.
The worst of it is, I don’t think I care.
I just need more of him.
“You’ve soaked your panties,” he says with an arrogant grin.
“The arrogance is back,” I manage to say before my vocal cords freeze on a moan. He pushes my panties out of his way and rubs my clit with his fingers.
“Not arrogance, remember.” He nips at my earlobe, my throat, before sinking two fingers into me.
“Kaz, someone can come in any second.” I grab his wrist.
He shoots me a look that tells me it was exactly the wrong thing to do.
“Don’t get in my way, Sienna. Not when my fingers are in your pussy and I’m so close to fucking you against this wall.”
“The door’s not locked,” I try to explain.
“If anyone comes in here unannounced, I’ll throw them in the pit.” He curls his fingers, sending me into another spiral. “I like this dress.”
He pulls the neckline down with his free hand just enough that he’s able to bite into the swell of my breast. “Yes, more dresses, fewer sweaters.”
He takes my lips again. I moan into his mouth. His fingers continue to drive me to the brink of insanity.
I’m moving against him. Pushing my hips against his hand to feel more of his fingers.
“My beautiful wife, what will I do with you?” he says hotly against my ear.
“Exactly what you’re doing is fine,” I mutter, and he laughs.
He slides out of my pussy and pinches my clit. I jerk against his hand, moaning.
“I have a better idea.” He grabs the elastic of my panties and tears them from my body, dropping the scraps to the floor. The rest fall to my ankles.
“That’s another pair you owe me.”
