“Why?”
“Because I need you sober. How much?”
“I’m not drunk, Alfie. I’ve had two drinks.”
“Good girl,” he growls before his lips press right next to my mouth and then he steps back, the loss of his touch leaving me cold.
My thighs press together. I don’t understand my body’s reaction to this man. It’s almost like a feral need runs through me. And those words? I loathe them, and yet I’m eager to hear him say them again.
“Nice dress,” he says.
I look down at myself. “Thanks.”
“Remove it.” Alfie leans against the wall, his eyes firmly on mine as he gives out the order.
I blink. He’s not serious. Is he?
When I don’t move, he raises a single brow. “I don’t like repeating myself, Molly. Lose the dress.”
“And if I don’t?” I challenge him.
Alfie smiles at me while he bends over to retrieve a knife from his ankle. “If you don’t, I will cut it from your body. And then I’ll punish you for not following orders.”
“Punish me? How?” I’m more curious than scared. It’s funny… Angus was worried about me bringing a serial killer up to my room. Little did he know there was already one waiting for me…
Alfie pushes away from the wall, and within two steps, he closes the space between us. Then his finger hooks into the fabric of my dress, right between my breasts. The knife slices through the thin material. He stops when he reaches my belly button.
“I’m going to bend you over that counter, and I’m going to turn your pretty little ass red raw with my hand,” he whispers into my ear.
A shiver runs through me. I’ve never been spanked. I’ve also never been so damn turned on before. It’s on the tip of my tongue to dare him to do it. But I already know he will.
“No.”
At the word, Alfie takes a step away from me. “No?”
“No. I don’t want you to touch me.”
“Yes you do,” he says in a cocky-ass tone.
“You’re cocky. Not every woman wants to drop to her knees by your feet.”
“Not every woman, no. But you do, Molly. The question is… why don’t you want to let yourself?”
And thatisthe million-dollar question. Why can’t I just say fuck it and let this man have his way with me? I have no doubt I’d enjoy it.
Chapter Six
The moment the wordnoslipped from her lips, it was like getting a bucket of cold water splashed over me. Molly might be saying no, but she wants this. Body language doesn’t lie.
“Why?” she asks.
“Why do you want this?” I attempt to clarify. “Because you’re always in control. You run an entire empire, Molly. You wantto let go. You want to be able to clear your mind and focus on only the sensations I’m going to make you feel. You want to relinquish your control to me, because in doing so, you’ll gain more power, more clarity than you’ve ever had.”
“You think my letting you bend me over that counter and spank my ass is somehow going to give me power?” she snorts.
“I don’t think. I know.”
I’m not going to beg. But fuck, do I want this woman. If she turns me down, I might just drop to my knees in front of her. Something I’ve never done and never will do. I don’t think.
