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His neutral expression shifts into a smirk at my frown.
“Blackwell.” I fight against him, my chest rising and falling.
“Sinclair. Say please,” he repeats.
And that damn thread of obedience inside of me, the one I never give in to and rarely admit exists, tugs at his words. It threatens to kick in and it terrifies me. If I give in to him now, then what else will I cave for?
“You’ll do what I say.” The words rumble from deep in his chest. “That’s what you don’t understand. You’re not the one with the edge in this case. You’re the one who is going to listen, who is going to do whatever it takes to please me.”
In his next breath, he grabs me around the waist and hoists me out of my seat. Surprise has me pliable and easy to maneuver as he tosses me into the backseat.
I scramble for the locks before his body is on top of mine. He moves with surprising agility for a man of his size.
“You’re not going anywhere untilIsay, sweetheart,” he purrs.
The doors are locked. There’s no escape.
“I think the hookers I’m avenging have more dignity than you’ll ever have.” I snarl at him.
I can’t place the look on his face. I’m not sure what it means, the expression there and gone in an instant.
“While I’dloveto explore my dignity in many ways with you…how about we make a deal instead? That’s why you’re here. Unless you’re ready to admit how badly you wanted to see me again.” His eyes flicker down toward my breasts.
I’m caged on my back with him between my legs, both of us somehow folded into the back seat and his crotch nestled against mine. His hands rest on either side of my head and my palms press flat against his chest.
I’m in the prime position to gouge his eyes out.
Something in his words stills me.
“A deal?” I echo.
“I’ll help you with whatever hookers you’re trying to avenge, Detective,” he begins. He supports his weight on one arm and strokes one massive hand down my sternum and between my breasts. Goosebumps erupt at the touch. “I’ve got information you need, connections for you to explore. And in return for my help? You give in to your submissive side. With me.”
ELEVEN
gabriel
She’s caged beneath me,struggling to keep herself in check.
The way her nostrils flare is a hook through me, despite the crinkle in her brow and the furious glare she attempts to throw my way. They all give her away. The fury, yes, but that’s an aphrodisiac when it comes from her.
The kicker is the desire for me and how much she hates herself for feeling it.
And if those expressions aren’t enough, then it’s the way she shifts ever so slightly to tilt her core up to press tighter to me.
Right before she barks back, “Tough luck for you. I’m not submissive.”
There’s no holding back my chuckle. “Youthinkyou’re dominant, Layla.” The way her name rolls off my tongue is intoxicating and just saying it has my dick twitching the way it always does when she’s around. Or whenever I’m merely thinking about her. “You just haven’t had someone fuck you the way you need to be fucked. I know what will get you off.”
“You’re disgusting,” she says with less oomph than I expect from her.
I jerk my hips to her and push down a little more on her chest. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
If she’d shown me fear I would have stopped. I take every tiny change of her face, her body language, her breathing into consideration no matter how my own system demands I take more.
A good Dom understands the strengths and weaknesses of the relationship with a Sub.
It’s built on trust.
