"You made me feel good once," I licked my dry lips, locking eyes with him, word by word. "Now, it's my turn to return the favor."
Chapter Four
Alexander
"Now, it's my turn to give back."
She said it with her head tilted up, those green eyes full of stubbornness, shyness, and a fierce kind of determination.
I stared at her, lost for words.
This woman...
Perched on the bathroom stool, ankle still injured, completely naked but not backing down. She wasn't seducing me—though she looked damn tempting. She was... claiming equality.
In her own way.
"Anna..." My voice came out rough, barely recognizable. "You don't owe me a thing."
It was true. From the start, everything I gave her was because I wanted to, not for payback.
"But I want to," she cut in, those green eyes locking onto mine, piercing through every mask I wore. "I want to give this to you. Not because I owe you, but because... I want it."
Something exploded in my chest right then.
Not just desire—though that burned hot.
Something deeper, more dangerous.
When she said "I want," there was no fear in her eyes, no flattery, just pure, honest craving.
No one had ever spoken to me like that.
Those other women? Drawn by my power, bought by my money, or too scared to say no.
But not her.
She wasn't submitting out of fear or fawning for greed.
She just... wanted.
Wanted me. Wanted to give. Wanted equality.
That hit me hard, my heart skipping a beat.
"You sure?"
I had to ask again. Had to make sure she knew what she was doing, what it meant.
"Sure."
No hesitation.
Fuck.
I reached out, cupped the back of her head, feeling her soft hair slip through my fingers.
"Then show me," my voice rumbled low in my throat. "How much you want it."
