About whether she’s allowed to want this.
That’s the part that twists something deep in my gut.
Because a woman like Chiara should never feel unsure of herself.
Not with me.
Not ever.
I cross the room in three strides.
“Chiara,” I murmur.
I reach her and brush my fingers lightly along her jaw, tilting her chin up so her eyes meet mine.
Her lips part slightly.
“Noah?”
“Shh.”
Before she can say anything else, I slide a hand firmly around the back of her neck, pulling her closer until our foreheads nearly touch.
Her breath catches.
“One thing I forgot to mention earlier,” I murmur, my voice low and rough from holding this back all afternoon, “When we’re together, I’m in charge.”
Her lips part slightly.
“What?Um… yes?”
A smile pulls at the corner of my mouth.
“That’s right.You know it too, don’t you, Love?”
I lean down and brush a slow kiss across her lips.
Not rushed.
Not desperate.
Just enough to make her melt a little.
My voice drops.
“Now,” I murmur against her mouth, “get on your knees like a good girl.”
My cock is thumping against my shorts, and I can feel precum beading at the tip.
Her brown eyes go wide, and her pupils dilate, and I know the truth—I know she wants this,needs this, just as much as I do.
And right now?I’m going to remind her of how good we are together.
There’ll be no question of her running away again because this woman is mine.
And if I have to fuck her in every room in every building of this whole fucking training center so she can’t blink without remembering without seeing me there—I will.
Determination is ruling me now.
