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“Your body is a temple, Victoria.You should treat it as it treats you,” he says, a note of finality in his voice.
I laugh and pop a fistful of fries into my mouth just as the waitress arrives with the check.He hands her a black Amex without glancing at the total, and she processes the payment swiftly.
“See you next time,” she says, handing back his card.
His eyes haven’t left mine, and they’re ablaze— a complicated mix of irritation and something else.Maybe I’ve crossed a boundary I promised not to, but a tiny part of me enjoys the thrill of pushing him too.
“This conversation is closed,” he announces, pushing back his chair with a force that screeches against the oak floors.“We’re leaving.Now.”
I quickly rise from my seat, my heart pounding, and follow him out of the restaurant.We get into the car, and with knuckles turning white from the tight grip on the steering wheel, he maneuvers through the streets of Bel Air with an intensity that has me gripping the edge of my seat.He’s angry, and not just a little.But why?Just because he won’t claim me as his submissive doesn’t mean I can’t explore other options.
Yet he doesn’t like that idea.Not one bit.
And I think I know why.
I’m being a bit of a brat, intentionally ruffling his feathers by asking a question I could find the answer to myself.Clearly, he’s not a fan of brats.And yet, here we are, both of us unable to avoid this electric tension that seems to arc between us whenever we’re alone.
He kills the engine and opens my car door, and even though he’s not looking at me, I take his extended hand.“Thank you for dinner,” I manage to say, but he’s already striding ahead.
He goes through his usual routine of checking all the rooms for security, leaving me standing in the hallway, contemplating my next move.
“We’re all good here,” he finally announces, reappearing in the living room.
“I meant what I said, Kingsley.If you won’t guide me, then I’ll find a Dom myself,” I challenge.
His jaw sets like carved stone, and he steps closer, so close I can feel the heat emanating from him.His hands slide down my face, cupping my chin to ensure I’m looking right into his eyes.
We lock gazes, a silent communication more potent than words.He leans down, his piercing eyes leveling me just like they did that night.And just when I think he might—
“Don’t,” he rasps, his voice trembling on the edge of restraint.He starts to reach out but stops himself, pulling his hand back as if he’s just touched a hot stove.“Goodnight, Miss Slater.”
I watch him retreat, his tall figure disappearing down the hallway toward his suite.“Goodnight, Kingsley,” I whisper to myself.
I slowly undress, the cool fabric slipping from my skin as I prepare for the night.Finally, I slip beneath the covers, the sheets cool against my heated body and close my eyes.
I can’t sleep, can barely breathe, and am suffocated by need.Maybe this could work with him.I mean, there’s definitely chemistry and trust.We’ve established that.We also know he doesn’t do relationships, and I just don’t have time for one, so…
I get an idea and leap out of bed, flinging the covers off.
Let’s test this control he’s set.
13
Kingsley
As I look back on dinner with Victoria, I’m caught off guard by the unfamiliar emotions bubbling up.I’m a guy who thrives on control, but tonight, I genuinely enjoyed her company.When she laughed, her eyes full of mischief, I found myself laughing too.It’s both surprising and a little unnerving.
But the warmth of the evening is now shadowed by a rising, turbulent desire.The thought of her with another Dominant?It lights a fire of anger in me that I can’t explain.Imagining her lively eyes dulled in submission to someone else feels like a sharp jab in my gut.
Out of nowhere, my hands are balled into fists, clenched so hard my knuckles ache.Part of me wants to yell, to shatter something—anything—to release this whirlpool of jealousy and possessiveness.But the harshest reality?
She’s not mine to claim.
That’s the bitter truth I have to stomach.
Get a grip, Kingsley.
Just as I’m trying to reel in my runaway emotions, a knock echoes in the quiet space.My heart kicks up its pace.Visits this late are unheard of.My first thought is that something must be wrong, but there’s been no alert from the front guard.Yet, there’s this glimmer of hope, impossible to ignore.Could it be her?
