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Chapter Eighteen
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“No.”
Not a single rocket scientist genius needed to anticipate that response. Knowing it was coming gave Franz the advantage, already shifting his hold to her wrist and his voice into a deep warning. “Kitten—”
“Do not with the ‘kitten’.” Ironically, her hiss was ferocious and feline as she struggled like a cat dumped in a rain barrel. He’d expected that part too. Not expected? How much his accelerated pulse would feed his burgeoning erection. Abbie had always been so perfect and prim, never even raising her voice with him outside her orgasms. The few submissives he played with overseas were much the same way. Having to work for this Tigress’s respect was a new game.
A conquest worth pursuing.
A wildcat worth taming.
“All right, popoki—”
“You can shove ‘popoki’ up your ass too.”
“Just calm down—”
“Are you freaking kidding me? Calm down? Calm d—ahhh!”
A wave of unexpected arousal hit, only John didn’t know what surged his cock more: the sting of his hand against her ass or the spike of her shriek on the air. By the gods, how she made his blood roar and his instincts sing. How she reminded him of every reason he’d first craved Dominance—and added a few new items to the list too. How she doubled his desire to see this through with her, no matter how vehement her fight or strident her rage.
The resolve was all he needed to draw her close again, his clasp unforgiving but his voice unruffled. “Are you ready to discuss this?”
Her nostrils flared, sending puffs of heat onto the black latex. “Are you freaking kidding?”
“All right.” He yanked her aside, into the shadows behind one of the stage doors. Behind him, a rustle of soft laughter trickled from the crowd of no more than twenty, comprised of Bastille’s most elite members. Thanks to Max and Z’s tireless calls, they’d all dropped alternative plans for the night, showing up to be the witnesses for a “visiting Dom” needing to break his subbie of abject stage fright. “Back to square one, then.”
In the narrow space between his body and the wall, Tracy squirmed. Fumed. Squirmed again. “You’re at square zero, mister. This is—”
“Not your call, missie.” He bent his arm and spread his legs, leaning deeper over her. His opposite hand cupped her chin, subjecting her gaze to the impact of his scrutiny. “Right over there, one damn minute ago, you proclaimed your trust in me, with your body and your heart, and I believed every word.” He lifted her face higher. Locked her stare harder. “Was I wrong, ku’uipo? Did you not mean it?”
Her lips flattened. The latex beneath her nostrils fogged up again. “I meant it.” She ended the rasp with an unsteady swallow. “Dammit…I did.”
He pushed air out through his own nose. Jerked her close and kissed her slick forehead. “Then you’re going to trust me now—as well as all those people in there, who have given up their time to encourage the personal growth of a subbie they don’t even know. You’re going to be sweet, you’re going to be obedient, and you are going to try and like it.”
He allowed her to a tiny but hysterical snort. Even let it slide when she added a defiant glower. But no way in hell did he back off until both elements slipped free from her composure, and her body sagged beneath the weight of a resigned sigh. “Yes, Sir.”
He released her chin. Slid that hand down until he gently palmed one of her breasts while dipping in to reward her with a kiss. “Thank you, kitten.”
Her next breath, hotter and heavier, tasted like heaven. “Thank you, Sir.”
One side of his mouth jerked up. From the eye on the same side, he dashed off a roguish wink. “Save it, woman. You’ll need it for later.”
But he might as well have told her she’d been crowned Queen of England too. As he led her back through the doorway, the glare of the stage lights had nothing on the you’re-a-bastard glints in her bright silver eyes.
They were goddamn breathtaking.
Shewas so fucking exquisite.
And yeah, he was certainly the new envy of every man in the room—a mystery Dom pulling his creamy, lovely subbie up to be his sole property for the night.
His cock stabbed at his jeans.
Impatience crawled in his blood.
Desire burned beneath every step he took, gently pulling his adorable kitten across the stage.
