Thump. Thump.
My God. What the hell was the man waiting for?
Uncomfortable as hell, my thighs clenched, juice clinging to my skin. The radiation of control continued, adding to the tidal wave of desire.
Just when I was certain I couldn’t handle the anxiety or the anticipation any longer, he finally spoke.
“Un ange magnifique mais perdu.”
A beautiful but lost angel.
“You’re wrong on both,” I managed. “I’m no angel and I’m right where I want to be.”
“You speak another language.” His voice was grittier than before.
“Does that surprise you?”
“Nothing about you surprises me. Stay still.”
Another command.
Which I obeyed.
“Open your eyes.”
In being allowed something so simple, I was the one rewarded with a silhouette of his maddeningly handsome physique. With a single drop of my gaze, I sucked in and held my breath. He was chiseled creation straight from the Greek deity. Perfect in every way.
I studied his reflection in the glass, marveling at what features I could bask on. Including the smile ghosting across his lips.
He studied me in return, the mask covering half his face unable to hide the flicker of amusement in his eyes.
As he’d done before, he was testing me.
A tiny shiver slipped down my spine.
“Are you ready to give me what I require?” His question wasn’t laced in formality. When I hesitated, his gaze fell over me, more slowly this time.
Calculating. Perhaps what I was willing to do.
Or willing to endure.
“What do you require?”
Where he was controlling before, there was a slight change, as if the acts of passionate foreplay were over.
“Full obedience.”
The knot in my stomach expanded, butterflies floating free. “I can do that.”
He raked the backs of his fingers down my side, concentrating on the ticklish spot just underneath my right breast. “Good girl. Now, tell me what you’re willing to do.”
The question was weighted, calculated. Just like the man and his decision to bring me here. A complete stranger. The heat of him was suddenly overwhelming.
“Everything.”
His deep breath was followed by his entire jaw clenching. “Be careful what you’re willing to provide. No limitations. No refusals. Once we start, you’re mine for the rest of the evening.”
We hadn’t already started?
