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“But do you really think I’d let some random broad, whose only good for suckin’ dick ‘n’ takin’ it in the ass, come between us?”
I shake my head. “No. I didn’t—”
“Then why the fuck would you?”
I blink in surprise. Marcel has never spoken to me in this manner. Never.
Then again, I’d never given him cause to.
His jaw clenches and a look of utter fury darkens his eyes.
“Take off your clothes.”
“Marcel, baby—”
“I’m not asking.”
With a swallow, my fingers fly up to the buttons of my blouse, quickly undoing them. I shrug out of my blouse, allowing it to flutter to the floor.
My stiffened nipples and dark-chocolate-colored areolas are visible through my ivory lace bra.
Marcel rakes his graze over my covered breasts, then sucks in a breath. The burning in his stare causes my nipples to pucker tighter. I am tempted to caress them.
But I know he wants them on display. Not played with.
“Can we at least talk about—?”
“The skirt.”
I attempt to step out of my heels when he stops me. Tells me to leave them on.
I unfasten my skirt. Slide it down over my hips, the silk-blend material crumpling around my ankles.
“Take off your bra.” There’s a flicker of lust lighting his eyes despite his clipped tone.
“Baby, you have to believe—”
He narrows his gaze, cutting me off again. “You fucked up.” Although his voice is even, ire blazes in his expression. “You understand that, right?”
I nod, eyes wide.
Hurt and disappoint flash in his eyes, then they become blatant flares of anger. He’s never been this livid—with me, ever.
I shift uncomfortably and swallow, unhooking my bra. “Baby, let me—”
“I’m not tryna hear shit you have to say. Not right now.” He reaches behind his back and retrieves a red silk scarf and a leather ball gag.
I choke back a groan as realization dawns. I am going to be gagged. And most likely blindfolded.
I swallow.
Marcel wants me to submit. He wants to have total control. I am to give my self sweetly over to him. Allow him free rein. There will be no pretending. Not tonight. There will be no exceptions. Not tonight. If I am to make this right between us, it will be Marcel’s way. And I’ll follow his rules. No questions asked. I will cede power, my will, over to him.
Our gazes lock. This unease between us, this temporary divide, is my doing. And. although Marcel won’t stay mad for long, I’ll need to ride out the storm.
And hope like hell I don’t get swept up in it.
I swallow, heart racing.
