My name, wrecked and low.
“Talia.”
I look up at him.
That is apparently a mistake.
His eyes lock on mine, and something brutal moves through his face.
“Come here.”
The order hits low.
I pull back, breathless. “I thought I was doing well.”
“You were.”
“Then why are you stopping me?”
“Because if you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to finish in your mouth, and I’m not sure you’re ready for that.”
My pulse trips.
There are several responses I could make.
Most of them would preserve my dignity.
Naturally, I choose none of them.
“What if I want to be?”
He closes his eyes.
“Fuck.”
I smile before I can help it.
It is probably a terrible smile. Too pleased. Too powerful. Too aware that I have just discovered a button and will absolutely press it again in the future.
His eyes open.
“You like making me lose control.”
“Yes.”
“At least you’re honest.”
“I did say I was aiming for that.”
His hand slides from my hair to my jaw, rough thumb brushing my lower lip.
“You want my control, love?”
I nod.
His gaze drops to my mouth.
“Then take it.”
