She was nothing to me.
Then why did I almost come while fingering her?
My mouth watered, remembering the wildness lurking beneath that up-tight-virgin bluff.
I swallowed, battling the blood rushing to my dick. The way she rode my hand—fuck.
Then I laughed. Out loud.
Waving at her tiny hands clutching the towel, I said, “I see your fingers are capable of holding something.” My head cocked. “Do I need to remind you what a disappointment earlier was?”
She was nothing to me before, and she would remain nothing to me. And after this afternoon, there would be no way in hell she’d ever let me touch her again.
Which was perfect, because the next time wouldn’t be for pleasure. It would be for pain. And permission would take the control away.
She froze, locking her knees. The heavy cloud when she suffered a stupid balance attack swirled in her eyes. Sucking in a breath, she said quietly, “No, you don’t. You’ve told me countless of times. You’ve made me very aware of what you think of me, and I’m sick of hearing it.”
I took my time glancing down her body.
She didn’t fidget or blush, which pissed me off. I wanted her nervous. I wanted her terrified of what was to come.
I stood up slowly, clicking my tongue. “Ah, ah, ah, Ms. Weaver. Don’t take that tone with me. You’re the failure.You’rethe prisoner. You take what I give you. You do not assume to have any say or authority. That includes listening to everything I deem important to tell you.” Ghosting to a stop in front of her, I murmured, “Is that quite understood?”
I flexed my muscles, welcoming back the soothing chillness of control. I hadn’t liked stepping outside my confines of civility. Things got messy when silence was disrupted. Things got rushed when tempers rose and curses flowed.
And I couldn’t handle that.
Running a fingertip along her damp shoulder, I smiled at her flinch. “Did you do as I asked and wash your filth away?”
Her lips pursed, anger glowing in her eyes. But she swallowed it down, muting the light. “Yes.”
“Did you leave your pussy alone? No trying to finish what I started?”
Her head hung a little lower. “Yes.”
My finger followed the contour of her shoulder, tracing down her arm. She stood silently, hiding the wild creature from before, depicting quiet sexuality and vulnerability. My mouth watered again, but it wasn’t with need to shove her against the wall and drive my dick inside her. No, it was because I’d never made someone with her skin colour bleed. Would her blood be darker? Would it be a rich chocolate like her eyes?
I knew her family tree. I’d studied it in preparation. Her bloodlines weren’t pure—there was mixed race in her past. A blend of Spanish and English. Another reason why Hawks were better. We were one hundred percent English stock. Unsullied.
Nila looked into my eyes. Her skin broke out in goosebumps. “Stop whatever you’re doing and let me get dressed. Where are my clothes?” She clutched the silver towel harder, hiding everything but her longer than average legs and tiny feet. “I need to charge my phone. I want my suitcase.”
I didn’t bother caring who’d she’d texted last night to drain her battery. There would be no cavalry coming to her rescue—of that I was completely sure. “You’ll receive your belongings if you please us.”
“Us?”
Stepping back, I smoothed my shirt, taking my time in delivering the truth. I hoped she’d move away—run even. But she locked her knees again, standing firm on the thick mahogany carpet.
“Yes. Us.” Holding out my palm, I waited. “Take my hand.”
She hesitated, hoisting her towel higher, her tiny fist jammed against her small breasts.
I looked forward to making her obey, but then the aloofness I’d briefly witnessed in the kennels came over her features—blotting out the fire, turning her into an obedient robot.
Slowly she did as I requested, placing her slightly damp hand in mine.
The moment I had her, I marched across the bedroom floor. She gasped, jerked into motion, her legs darting to keep up. Silently, I wrenched open the door and stalked down the huge corridor, past shields and lances and crossbows, to the end of the bachelor wingwhere the Black Diamond brotherhood met once a week in a club meeting called the Gemstone.
This afternoon, it wasn’t business being discussed. It was Nila.
