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“No.” She hadn’t even convinced herself with that one.
“Don’t lie to me, girl.”
She picked some nonexistent lint off her dress. “Maybe it’s crossed my mind, but I’d never do it.”
Catch and release, Will. You’re not keeping little miss vanilla.
“That’s okay. We all start somewhere.” He shrugged. “Maybe you’ll have a chance to try it someday.”
“Condescending much?” she asked, without the bite he’d come to expect from her at times. He could tell her mind was still on what was happening in the room behind him. With each solid thwack of Ambrose’s belt, Everly was shrieking like a banshee. Juliet’s nipples were rock hard and easily visible through the thin fabric of her dress.
“I think ‘condescending’ is one of my middle names, right before ‘asshole.’”
“William Condescending Asshole Ellis? How did you piss your parents off as a newborn?”
“It’s a gift.”
“I’ve yet to meet a man who didn’t claim they were gifted. I’ve found the ones who say it out loud rarely are.”
Innuendo from little miss proper? And a challenge?
He moved closer still, but she didn’t look upset about it. Her chin was tilted down, but she gazed up at him from under her lashes. Her tongue swept her bottom lip and disappeared again.
“How sober are you?”
“Very. Have been for a while.”
Excellent.
He leaned a hand on the wall beside her head and her gaze went soft.
“I’m going to kiss you, Juliet.”
“You’re not going to run away this time?” she asked archly. She raised her face to his, and he brushed his lips over hers gently enough to drive himself crazy. Her low, throaty moan made him deepen the kiss, tongue insinuating itself into her pretty mouth. She kissed him back immediately, hungrily. He pinned her to the wall with his body, kissing her hard and deep, and she took it, as though basking in his roughness. His mouth moved to her neck, and she tipped her head to the side in invitation. Experimentally, he bit her neck, and she wrapped her leg around him and used it to pull him against her.
“Take off your panties,” he whispered in her ear.
“Here? Someone might see,” she objected.
“Did I give you an order?”
Fitte’s song “Hestkuk” was hard and heavy background accompaniment to Everly’s pleas for mercy, spurring on the hor
ny recklessness he’d been feeling since little miss fucking sunshine had first walked into his club.
She nodded.
“You’ve done some research, Juliet. When a Dominant gives you an order, what are you supposed to do?”
“I don’t know.”
“You answer with your fucking words.”
“Oh!”
“Do you know what a safeword is?”
“Yes.”
