“Do you want my mouth on you?” he asked.
“Go to hell!” she repeated.
“Do you want me inside you?”
She froze and shrieked, “Go to hell!”
He threw a thigh over her legs and captured her moving body against his. With a hand in her hair, he tucked her face in his neck.
“You’re very stubborn, pet,” he murmured into the hair at the top of her head.
Her body gave a mighty flex then went limp.
She grew silent. He held her closer.
After long moments, he said softly, “I’ll be leaving soon.”
She made no reply.
“While I’m gone, if you touch yourself, Leah, I’ll know and I’ll have to deal with that too.”
He could hear the pace of her heart increase but her body tensed only briefly before she subdued her reaction.
“Do you understand me?” he pushed.
She remained silent.
“Leah, I asked, do you understand me?”
“Yes,” she gritted between her teeth.
“I’ll be home at ten. We’re going out tonight. I want you ready.”
She didn’t speak.
“Leah, when I talk to you, you acknowledge what I say.”
“I’ll be ready,” she bit out.
“I want you wearing the black dress.”
She made an angry noise but whispered, “I’ll be wearing the black dress.”
His hand moved from her head to her jaw and with his thumb under her chin, he tilted her face up to receive his soft kiss.
Then he left her in bed and went to shower.
After he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, while he was reaching for a towel, in the sudden silence, he heard it.
His head shot up and cocked to the side.
Quietly, likely muffled in her pillow, he heard her sobs.
Good Christ. He’d broken her.
He’d f**king broken her.
He’d taken a huge step closer to her taming.