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Iwas tired of fucking walking around Liliana like she wasn’t going to be mine in the end.
I was tired of waiting.
I wanted her with this fierceness that rivaled anything I’d ever felt before.
Wanting herwas such a tame fucking way to describe the level of obsession I felt for her. And the longer she stayed under my roof and denied me, the more I watched her, knew her every move, and jerked off to thoughts of her, the more that need grew in me.
I’d barely touched her. Those late night sessions where I snuck in her bedroom and touched her skin and gently tasted her lips were just teases. She set a fire in my blood the likes of which I’d never felt before.
What I didn’t realize was how fun it would be to have her under my thumb. To make her do what I wanted.
Touseher.
It made little sense in my world, not in the way I held myself in control. I was used to people cowing to my will. I expected it. That’s how I got my power, how people did what I said without thinking.
But everything was different where Liliana was concerned. Everything was differentin mebecause of her, and it pissed me off.
Her very presence threatened to unravel my restraint and all the fucking shit I’d done in my life to build the world around me.
I had to wonder just how far I could push her—how much she’d give in before breaking.
I was a fucking bastard. I reveled in it and wasn’t sorry one fucking bit.
I’m sure she knew that, but I doubted she knew the extent I went to for what I wanted.
That’s what this little dinner was about. I wanted to see how far my girl would go when I offered her freedom. Would she accept and submit or slap me in the face?
I heardher enter the dining room, breaking my thoughts so I was now fully consumed by the very sight of her.
Although I knew she had an array of designer clothes in the closet, she opted to wear a plain sweater and a pair of dark leggings. The girl didn’t even fucking wear shoes as she tipped her chin up and padded to her place setting.
She sat down but didn’t look at me. “I think it’s fucking cute you think dressing down and being barefoot for dinner doesn’t have my cock hard.” I grabbed her wrist and brought her hand over to my lap. I placed it right over my hard as granite cock.
She snapped her head in my direction, her mouth parting and her eyes wide. She didn’t pull away at first, and I forced her to curl her fingers around my girth.
“You could wear a burlap sack and I’d be rock hard.”
She ripped her hand away then but not before I saw how her fingers shook as she reached for her water glass.
I didn’t push her in that moment, although I really fucking wanted to. I wanted to see how far she’d bend to my will, how she’d submit so beautifully to me.
The food was served, and once we were alone, I started eating, but my mind was churning with all the things I could do to make my little flower feel a little off-kilter.
I took my time eating and waited until she finished. I could see how nervous she still was, as if she were waiting for me to break the news that I was about to kill her and that’s what this whole dinner charade was about.
Far from it, my pretty girl.
“What did you want to talk about?” she asked with a hesitant lithe to her voice. She refused to look at me as she picked up her wineglass and took a small sip. Then another. And another until she finished it.
I reached for the bottle and topped her off without saying a word. I finished my whiskey, but instead of going for another, I drank water. I didn’t want to consume so much that I couldn’t fully appreciate tonight.
“I want you,” I finally said. I had to give Liliana credit. She showed zero reaction to my words.
“You can’t have me,” was her response a moment later.
I smirked,even if she wasn’t looking at me. Funny girl thought I didn’t get what I wanted. I always did.
“Want to make a wager that you’re wrong and I’m right?”
