“Not tonight,”he says.“Tonight is your punishment.”
I whimper in frustration.“What punishment?”
“Doyou think I’veforgotten my promise at your house?”
My brows furrow.What promise?A gasp escapesme as my eyesflyto his.A smirk curlshis lips.A dark, sexy smirk thatmakesme want to service him.To beg him to finish what he started.But hewon’t;I knowit.
Because thisispunishment one.
“Every second you don’t answer is another punishment I will give you.”
And twowillcome soon.
Panting, I whimper.
Grabbingme by thehips, he liftsme off the counter.I sagagainst him, my legs not wanting to hold me.What they wantto do iswrap themselvesaround his waist.I clutch at his chest.He movesback.The bastard.
“Go on.Take the plates over while I grab the icecream.”Herunshis lips across my neck.“And if youtouchyourself, I’ll chain you to my bed and leave you there.”
Grabbing the plateshe pushesinto my hands, I stumble into the sitting room.The cutlery rattlesas I put it down with shaky arms.My breathscomeout in uneven gasps.My brain staysfried.Dear gods, I’m screwed.
No, you’re not, remember?That’s the flippin’ issue.
I press my thighs togetheras I sit down on the sofa.Flicking my gaze to the kitchenette, seeing him not facing me, I slidea hand down my stomach.If I can orgasm, surely, that’ll reset my br–
“I don’t make light on my promises, Arienna.”
Snatching my hand away, Ijerk upright.Needing to keep my hands busy, I grab the cake, then realise Ididn’tbringa knife.“Can you grab…” I trail off ashe walks towards me with a bowl in one hand and a knife in the other.It’ssharp enough to stab him with, but Iknow I won’tbe fast enough.Forcing a smile, Itakethe hilt he offers me.I cuthim a slice, then me.“Is that enough?”I ask as he settlesin the chair across from me.His hot, penetrating gazemakes me squirm.
“It’s perfect.”And the way hesaysthat, holding my eyes and not even looking at the cake…
Shivering, I grab my plate and startto stuff my face.
“Want some ice cream?”he asks,offering a spoonful from his bowl.I hold out my plate as he depositsit beside my portion.
“Thanks.”
“The pleasure is mine.”
Lowering my eyes, hoping the ice creamwillcool meoff, Ieata huge chunk of it.Ew.It’s salted caramel.The worst flavour in the world.Still, I swallow dutifully.The heat in my cheeksdoesnot go down.
Ieatanother big bite of my ice cream.The following brain freezefillsme with regret.But it’s better than the heat of his eyes making me feverish.Finishing my cakein record time, I jump to my feet.“Well, this was nice.We should do it again tomorrow.”With poison.
“Sit back down.It’s rude to leave before everyone is… finished.”
My traitorous body lowersme onto the sofa.
My heart beatsstrongly in my vagina.
Archery.
I need to pick up archery.
Shoot him from afar.
Because this close stuffisn’tworking.
Holding my gaze, he liftshis fork to his lips.
