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Like, rock-fucking-hard and crushed against me.
That pretty much wiped all thoughts—and even fury—from my brain, a whine escaping my chest.
Terrified?
Panicked?
Aroused?
I literally had no idea. I wasn’t used to my body reacting this way.
There was nothing else in the world but dark opium and the feeling of his body against mine. Then his fingers slid around my neck, squeezing enough that another whine slipped out.
“AnythingI want you to do, I can make you do,” he breathed. “The rules are foryou. They giveyoucontrol. And you’re right. You don’t have to take them. But act like a brat, and you’ll be treated like a brat.”
All I could do was pant desperately, my mind in a million pieces with his hardness pressed against me. Consequences had never looked like this before.
It was worse when Umbra appeared, sitting down on the couch beside me like this was the best show he’d ever seen.
“So,” Dusk went on. “Would you rather I pin you to this couch while I spank you, or would you rather I letyouhold still forme?”
What?
My cheeks burned.
He was going to… what?
His grip tightened on my neck. “Answer me.”
Finally, I grappled back a semblance of control over my hormone wired brain.
“L-let me go,” I whispered.
“If I do, you’ll behave?”
I squeezed my eyes shut, nodding quickly.
He released my arms, and I caught myself on the couch. I felt his warm touch at my hips, pushing my dress up to my waist, exposing my black lace panties.
“Lovely,” he murmured, and I had to work not to lean back into his touch as he drew his knuckle along the edge of the lace.
Then he vanished. His weight on me was gone along with his touch, and… and his hardness.
I froze, not sure what to think. I didn’t want to look up at Umbra, far too humiliated.
Doesn’t he want you?
A villainous sound came from my throat, but I passed it off as a deep breath.
There was a sound of a glass clinking, and then running water. I looked up to Umbra at last. Without the feeling of Dusk pressed against me, the cogs in my brain began turning again.
The pupils of Umbra’s desert-storm eyes were blown as his eyes met mine. There was a grin on his face, and I was close enough to make out each of the few freckles across his tanned skin.
I almost opened my mouth to beg him to tell me what was going on, but that would make a fool of me.
Then Dusk was circling the couch and sitting down, a glass of water in his hand.
I stared at him from where I was balanced, still bent over the couch like an omega in heat.
