Page 20 of Forever Touched

When I reached the foot of the bed, I slid off and slowly approached him. My hips swayed with each step, making his eyes practically go feral.

“It’s okay,” I whispered, shushing him softly. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

As I stopped just short of touching him, his hands balled into fists. Like last time, I boldly reached out to cup his manhood. Before I could make contact, he had me up against the nearest wall with a hand wrapped around my throat.

Startled, I flailed against his grip, which only made his hold tighten. “Letgo,” I croaked, hating how panicked I sounded. Howhelpless.

In a split second, he’d stolen all of my control.

There was nothing I could do against his superior strength. Not even my magic could help me.

He abruptly released my throat, and I slumped against the wall, gasping for breath.

“Get dressed,” he said, the clipped words laced with venom. “You won’t be touching me tonight.”

When all I did was gape at him, he left the bedroom and slammed the door shut.

“Hey!” I protested, lunging for the door. I grabbed the handle and yanked, but it wouldn’t budge. “Let me out of here!”

“Get dressed, and I will,” he said through the door.

I continued to yank on the handle, but there was no way I could muscle it open. Knowing he was completely in control of the situation now, anger flushed through me. “What the hell is your problem anyway?”

“You,” he muttered, but I managed to catch the word.

“Me?I’m the one being held prisoner in my own bedroom. I didn’t force you to come up here. If you don’t want my services, then leave.”

“Ican’t,” he hissed, clearly upset, which made no sense. Why was he even here?

I stopped pulling on the handle and stepped back to calm myself. After a moment, I quietly entreated, “Look, just let me out, okay?”

“Are you dressed?”

“No.”

“Then you’re going nowhere.”

Biting back a frustrated scream, I stomped to the bed and grabbed my robe. “Fine, I’mdressed. Let me out.”

As I jerked on the robe, I heard him release the handle. In a flash, I was at the door and yanking it open. Expecting him to be gone, I was surprised to find him sitting on the couch in the living room.

At the sight of me in my open robe, his lips pulled back in a silent snarl. “Closeit.”

I grabbed the belt and tied it with a snort. “Since when did you become a prude?”

“Since I discovered you were a witch.”

I openly scoffed, not bothering to hide my irritation. What waswiththis guy? “You didn’t have any complaints a minute ago while you watched me strip.”

“A momentary lapse in judgment.”

“I’ll say. Make up your mind already.”

“I already have.”

“Oh?” I mockingly raised an eyebrow. “So if I strip right now, you won’t watch?”

Even from across the candle-lit room, I could see his eyes darkenwith lust behind his mask. “Don’t.”

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