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“How does that sound?” he murmured.
“You have quite the filthy mouth on you, Mr. Cloutier.”
“You don’t seem to mind it one bit, Miss Sanchez.”
I didn’t. Quite the opposite, actually.
“Answer my question. How does that sound?”
“I shouldn't want any of that.”
“But you do.” It wasn't a question.
I swallowed. “Yeah.”
“Which part?”
“All of it.”
“Say it.”
The resistance eased, my desire to rebel overwhelmed by the much more urgent and rabid need for Adrien to make good on every one of his threats and promises. Arousal was one hell of a drug; especially when it had been repressed for so long.
“I want it.”
His breath hitched, his grip on my neck tightening slightly. “Be specific.”
“I want you to touch me. I want to be punished, praised, and everything else you just said.” And then, because he’d promised to reward me for being good, I swallowed a small chunk of my pride and said, “Please.”
A pleased rumble rolled from the depth of his throat. “What’s your safeword?”
“Cinnamon.”
“When I kiss you, are you going to wage war again?”
I shook my head.
“Good girl.”
His mouth lowered to mine again. This time it wasn’t a battle. This time our teeth weren’t out to draw blood, and our tongues weren’t trying to take each other down. We withdrew our fangs and our claws, I let him take over, and holy shit, it was so much better. My toes curled, my heart leaped, fireflies swarmed my stomach, and it felt like I was burning from the inside out, but in the best possible way.
Adrien didn’t release my neck or wrists, using his grip on them to keep me exactly where he wanted me, and didn’t give me much choice in the matter. It was shocking (concerning?) how much my body enjoyed that once I stopped resisting it.
I was just about to pass out from the lack of oxygen when he finally pulled his lips away. I almost whined.
“Take my belt off,” he said in a low command.
He let go of my wrists but kept his other hand where it was, his thumb stroking the side of my neck. My head remained tilted up so he could watch my face while I fumbled with his belt.
“You are aggravatingly, inconveniently… maddeningly beautiful, Ria.”
My heart tripped all over itself as the words replayed in my head, and his smirk told me he’d felt it. I peeled off his belt, and he took it from my hand.
“Get on the bed and spread your legs for me—”
Obviously, I wasn’t going to keep obeying him so easily. I still had most of my pride, my dignity.
“—pretty girl.”
