Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
How was I able to kneel before the man who threatened to take everything I’d worked my entire life for?
How was I able to hand over my trust to him when I knew how little he thought of me?
How could I want him to take control when I had every intention of forcing him out so I could control this company on my own?
How was he able to make me come when no one else could—not even myself?
How did he sneer the nickname princess but also croon words of trust, caring, and desire?
How was he one man with these two sides?
How was I able to set aside the arrogant asshole I constantly tried to domineer and preen under the soft Dominant?
With all these questions flowing one after the other, my heart beat with a steady thrum. My breaths came and went at an easy pace, leaving one question lingering longer than the others.
How was I calmer at my nemesis’s feet than I’d been in years?
Despite the initial slew of questions, somewhere along the way, they faded until a quiet hum sounded instead, sinking from my mind to my chest and into my limbs. I assumed the ten minutes would drag on endlessly, but before I knew it, he sat back in his chair and twisted to face me.
I wasn’t sure where to look and wanted to ask, but didn’t want to feel the weight of his disappointment again. But he’d be disappointed if I didn’t look, and I was supposed to. After waffling under his stare for too long, I decided to say fuck it. “Do you want me to keep my eyes cast downward or look at you…Sir?” I added at the last moment, to soften the question.
The leather creaked as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. I held my breath and watched his hand come into view—his long fingers reaching until they gripped my jaw, burning my skin and tipping my head back.
“Unless I say otherwise, always look at me. It allows me to read your emotions and gauge how you’re feeling about a situation.” He paused and his eyes scanned my face before continuing. “I’m also becoming quite obsessed with watching the brown depths of your eyes melt into a golden caramel as you get turned on.”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathed.
“Now,” he said, sitting back in the chair again. “Unbutton your blouse.”
CHAPTER 17
ASPEN
I blinked; sure I heard him wrong. “What? Why?” I winced, hearing the questions pop out before I could stop them, and rushed to fix it. “Sir.”
Despite his tensed jaw and glare letting me know that adding sir at the end of my questions didn’t make them allowed, he answered. Not that it lessened the shock. “One, because I said so. And two, because I want to see your tits. Now, open. Your. Blouse.”
Tits was such a juvenile and degrading word for a woman’s breasts, yet my core clenched, the vulgar word sending a pulse of pleasure up my chest. With shaking hands, I started on the first button, biting back a manic giggle. How funny that I would be nervous about taking my top off. As if he hadn’t fucked me with a toy on a stage in front of an audience. As if he hadn’t shoved his hand up my pussy until I came. As if he hadn’t seen my bare ass presented for him to spank me.
After all that, hearing him say he wanted to see my tits shouldn’t shock me at all. Yet, somehow, it did.
Once I finished with the last button, I forced myself to meet his gaze, but attempted a blank stare to keep at least a thin veil between us before resting my hands atop my thighs, waiting on pins and needles for whatever came next.
His heavy-lidded gaze stroked from my knees to between my parted shirt while he stroked his thumb across his bottom lip. My mouth watered, eager to know what he tasted like, wondering how the calloused lip would feel if I dragged it between my teeth.
“Don’t wear your mask when you’re with me. I want to see your every reaction. I need to. And there is no need to hide your nerves. The fact you are uncomfortable and yet still sit here for me is absolutely delicious, and I plan to devour every bite,” he murmured. “Now the bra.”
Nervous excitement rippled under my skin, making me more turned on than I could ever remember being. And he hadn’t even touched me yet. Hell, I didn’t know if he would. At this point, I was starting to believe this man could make me come just by telling me to do so.
Cool air slipped between the cups of my bra once the front-clasp was undone, pulling my nipples into tight points, brushing against the fabric. I bit back a whimper of pleasure, chastising myself for being obstinate and leaving the fabric where it hung on my shoulders, rather than pulling it open like he most likely wanted.