Page 73 of Cedarwood Cabin

Dax finishes the last of his pancake and says, “You're gonna chop some wood with me today.”

“No,” I reply bluntly.

Lyka looks up at my defiance, pulls on the chain, and pulls my arm toward him. “Don’t defy us, you’re not the one making decisions here.”

I pull back and feel a surge of anger and frustration. His eyes bore into me with amusement.

Feeling like a bratty teenager, I continue to glare at them.

“Your eyes can be so cruel,” Dax states quietly.

“I can say the same,” I say as I look up, meeting Dax's gaze. There's a flicker of something in his eyes, a brief vulnerability that surprises me. It's gone almost as soon as it appears.

Lyka grips my face, his fingers pressing into my cheeks. I try to pull back, but he turns my head so I have no choice but to look at him.

“You have different colored eyes…” he notes.

“Wow, asshole. You’ve only just noticed?”

There's something unsettling about how he looks at me as if searching for answers. “I’ve never paid attention before,” he says flatly.

His admission cuts more than it should. His hand falls away and I'm left blinking. I rub my cheeks where his fingers had dug into. “Well… Now you know,” I say, shaking my head and trying to sound nonchalant.

Lyka leans back in his chair. “Yeah,” he murmurs, his eyes still fixed on mine. “Now I know.”

I finish my pancakes. Dax helps me off the stool and unchains me from the island.

He leads me to the bedroom. I can’t help but feel a sense of dread creep over me.

“Don’t expect sex!” I exclaim.

Dax shakes his head. “Don’t do anything stupid. I’m going to unlock the cuff.”

He removes the metal cuff from my wrist. The sensation of freedom feels fantastic as I flex my fingers.

I watch him rummage in the closet, selecting clothes for me. He turns around and holds out an outfit. I take it without thanking him.

“Arms up.”

I comply, lifting my arms up as he removes the oversized T-shirt. I feel his eyes gaze at my breasts and he bites his bottom lip.

“Now…do you want to go braless? Or leave it on?”

“Leave it on.”

A smirk plays on his lips. He grabs one of his flannels and helps me into it, buttoning it up.

“These panties need to come off.”

He drops to his knees in front of me, his hands pushing my legs apart. His eyes are locked onto mine. I feel a flush of anger and unexpected arousal, my body and mind at war.

His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties and he pulls them down slowly. I bite my lip, trying to suppress any reaction, but my body tingles.

“No panties for you today. I want you to go commando.”

I force myself to look away, staring at the wall as he removes my panties completely. My breath catches in my throat as he pauses, his hands lingering on my thighs before he spreads my pussy lips open. He slowly licks once and I can’t help but gasp.

I hate him so much. But, fuck, I want him to eat me out.

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