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“About what?”
About what it would be like to fuck you. What it would be like to be utterly dominated by you in a way that I have never experienced with anyone. And most of all, I’m curious to know if I would like it as much as I suspect that I would.
But I can’t say that, of course. So I reply, “Curious to know if I can actually handle taking orders from someone.”
“Hmm.”
He continues studying me in silence for another few seconds. My heart is suddenly pounding in my chest.
Outside the windows, a car alarm goes off. The piercing sound is the only thing breaking the stillness before someone eventually shuts it off. I flick a quick glance around the bedroom.
All of my other bodyguards always kept it neat. Jace doesn’t. There are four bats leaning against the wall next to the windows, a few clothes scattered on the dresser, and a shirt that has even slipped down to the floor. And the bed is unmade. For some reason, the sight of those messy sheets makes my pulse race even more.
“Alright,” Jace says at last.
I snap my gaze back to him. His face has become an unreadable mask, but his eyes are intense as he watches me.
“You want to test if you can follow orders?” he asks, though it’s more of a statement.
Making sure to keep my features neutral, I lift my shoulders in a nonchalant shrug. “Yeah.”
“Take off your shirt.” The force of the command cuts through the air like a blade.
I start in surprise. A devilish smile curls his lips, as if he was expecting that reaction. Then he raises his eyebrows, his expression dripping with challenge.
Flashing him a sharp smile to match his own, I hold his gaze while reaching down to grab the hem of my shirt. My heart slams nervously against my ribs as I start pulling off my shirt. But there is also an insane thrill to this whole situation that makes my spine tingle.
Warm air kisses my naked skin as I slip the shirt over my head and then toss it to the floor. I can practically hear my heart pounding in my chest as I stand there, wearing only a bra and pants now, while Jace watches me with eyes intense enough to sear through my very soul.
“Pants too,” he orders without breaking eye contact.
With my eyes locked on his, I start unbuttoning my pants and then slowly slide down the zipper. He never takes his eyes off mine. And he doesn’t look at all affected by what I’m doing.
That sends a pang of self-consciousness through me. Given how experienced Jace is, this is probably nothing special to him. I’m probably nothing special.
Those thoughts make my insides twist painfully, but I manage to keep my expression neutral as I slip my hands underneath my pants and start pushing them down.
After guiding them over my ass and down my thighs, I bend forward to push them all the way down my legs and then step out of them. Pushing the garment to the side with my foot, I straighten once more while trying to keep my heart from thundering too hard.
Right as I straighten, I catch Jace flexing his hand and clenching his jaw. As if he has to physically brace himself for what I look like in only my underwear.
It makes heat flood my cheeks again, and I can’t help another flash of self-consciousness. Shifting my arms, I discreetly try to cover myself a little.
“Don’t cover yourself up,” Jace snaps.
I jerk back in surprise at the roughness of his voice, and let my hands drop back down by my sides again.
“You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen, so there is no reason for you to hide.”
My mouth drops open. For a few seconds, all I can do is stare at him. Did those words actually come out of his mouth? Is that what he truly thinks?
Panic flashes across Jace’s features. As if he hadn’t meant to say that. Then he clears his throat, and the unreadable mask is back on his face again.
But I’m not about to let him get off that easily, so I open my mouth to comment on it. However, right before I can, Jace issues an order with such utter authority that it pulses through my very soul.
“Now, get down on your knees and crawl to me.”
At first, I can only feel the power of that command vibrating through the air.
