A tentative giggle escaped her as his eyes narrowed. “Sorry… Sorry. It’s just so…”
He cupped her skull, his thumbs tilting her chin up and forcing her to look at him.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” She nodded at the tenderness lurking beneath his dominance. “Then before we start, we should probably discuss some boundaries.”
“Okay,” she tittered nervously. “Like what?”
“Tonight will be all about your pleasure. Don’t forget that. Even if it seems like I’m in control, remember that you have control too. I will only go as far as you allow me to go.” A dull, heated ache throbbed in her low belly. “I think youwantto submit to me. To take your body to the razor-thin edge between pain and pleasure. Am I right?”
Fuck, yes, that’s what she wanted. She nodded enthusiastically.
“I need to hear you say the words.”
“Yes. Yes, it’s what I want.”
“Anything off-limits?”
“No ass play.”
He chuckled, dragging a gentle thumb across her bottom lip. “Got it. Anything else? Slapping? Spanking? Biting?”
Heat crawled up her neck and cheeks. “I amverymuch on board with all of that.”
He raised her hand to his mouth and nipped the base of her thumb, his canines dimpling her flesh. “Safe word?”
“Spiders.”
He threw his head back in a hooting laugh. “Good choice.” The smirk gracing his soft mouth set her stomach fluttering. HighGodsshe wanted that mouth back on her immediately.
“What about you?” she asked.
“Me?”
“Is there anything you don’t want me to do to you?”
“Nothing,” he answered, his gaze so bright and open and honest that her chest squeezed. “Fight me, kick me, punch me. Give me your worst. I’ll happily take it.”
Her breasts pebbled and his eyes dipped straight there. “Hmmm.” His low grunt crept up her thighs, a rumbling caress. Too much fucking talking. She wanted himnow. “So that’s what does it for you. You want to fight me off, don’t you?”
Her breathing grew rapid. She’d been wondering what it would feel like to be Ronin’s prey. And the fact that she was about to find out? Fuckingbliss.
Bait him, her wolf piped up.
What?
Hit him, the creature purred.Trust me.
Mireille’s lips curved into a wicked grin, and she slapped Ronin across the face.
His shock was genuine before it turned into something else. Something molten.
“Oh, little she-wolf,” he purred, grabbing her wrist as she attempted another strike. “You have no idea what you juststarted.” He shoved her out of his lap, all traces of teasing gone. “Go stand over there.”
Her palm stung and her heart slammed against her ribs, her knees wobbling as she padded to the center of the room.
Her wolf chuffed.Told you.
Keep it down in there.
