And there went my soft ass heart. Damn him for saying things like that!
“But Ekaterina—” I tried weakly.
“Fuck Ekaterina. She should've never approached you.”
My breath caught in my throat. He leaned closer, his mouth brushing my ear.
“Matter fact, stop saying her name. Worry aboutwhose name you wearing.”
I bit down on my lower lip as a shiver consumed me. His eyes darkened. Oh, my God. He felt that. He trailed kisses from my jawline, down my throat slowly, taking his time. My fingers stroked across his scalp before I could stop myself. I tightened my grip when his teeth grazed the sensitive spot below my ear.
“Targen…”
“What’s your name?”
I laughed softly, already breathless. “You so ridiculous.”
“What’s your name, wife?”
“Theory Miller.”
It was a taunt. A dare to see what he would do. The second the words left my mouth, he stepped back. The loss of his hands, his mouth, his embrace—I felt it so fast, I almost reached for him before catching myself.
His eyes narrowed slightly. “You think this a game?” he asked quietly.
“No.”
“Then answer correctly.”
“I did.”
Desire and stubbornness fought inside me at the same time. I knew exactly what he was doing now. My husband was trying me, too. The crazy part was, I liked it. I liked the control init. The tension. Only he could make me feel cornered without feeling trapped. Every second suddenly felt electric, charged with challenge, heated with the dangerous little game we both understood without saying it out loud.
He kissed me again before lifting me and tossing me on the bed. I shrieked as I scurried backward, moving away from him.
“Leave me alone, Targen!” I demanded.
“I'm never doing that, pretty one,” he vowed, climbing over me.
I struggled against him, bucking and thrashing as he smirked down at me.
“You tired yet?” he mocked.
That earned him a frustrated punch to his chest. He grabbed my arms, lifting them over my head before locking my wrists in one huge hand. The other hand slid beneath my dress, palm smoothing up my thigh. My breath stuttered.
“You know what your problem is, shorty?” he asked.
“What?” I shot back, squirming beneath his hard body.
“You keep trying me like I ain't already warned you. But you like that, don’t you?”
A blush heated my face, because yes.
Hell, yes.
I liked when he took over. I liked when I pushed and he pushed back.
“Now, what's your name?”
