He didn’t.
“She isn’t,” he replied.
“What do you want from me?” she asked and there was the barest hint of a snap to her question. Regardless of her crumbling composure, he could hear her heart racing and he could smell her fear.
He’d missed that too.
He drew her even closer and her hands on his chest started pressing.
He ignored it.
“Everything,” he answered.
“You’ve got it.”
“I don’t.”
“Whatever you don’t have then you can’t have.”
Definitely a snap.
Yes, his Leah was coming back.
He couldn’t help it, he smiled. Her eyes dropped to his mouth and he heard her pulse accelerate.
“You’re saying you’re determined to be nothing but my whore,” he stated.
Her body grew still and her heart skipped. “What?”
“You have a choice. You can be with me as I want you to be or you can be my whore. Your choice.”
He watched her face work as she struggled to find a way out of the predicament she placed herself in.
Then she said, “There’s a third choice.”
“And that would be?”
“You can release me.”
He felt his chest tighten again. This time it was extremely unpleasant.
“That isn’t going to happen.”
She pushed against him. He ignored it.
“I refuse to choose,” she hissed.
“Then I’ll choose.”
She stopped breathing and her face went pale before she whispered, “You can’t make me do either one.”
His hand slid up her back, fingers wrapping around her neck.
“Would you like to try me, pet?”
Her fear spiked, the scent of it filling the hall and he felt his c**k start to get hard in reaction as he felt her heart tripping against his chest.
The bells sounded, announcing it was time for the patrons to take their seats.