No.
Ryu had walked back to his chair, and even she was no idiot not to understand what he meant to do when he crooked a finger at her.
Yes,she had dreamt he'd do something like this—-
"Come here."
But oh, the very idea of what he meant to do—-
"Don't be scared."
Summerine took several gulps of air in an attempt to calm her racing heartbeat. Weren't those the last words a victim typically heard from their would-be murderer?
"Please take a seat, Summerine."
"I...I..."
"Know this has to be done," he finished for her.
"By a doctor," she hastened to add.
"Or your husband," he parried back without missing a beat, "which I am. So be a good girl," Ryu actuallypurred, "and come here."
Her husband hadactuallypurred.
And fool that she was, the sound actually worked, and she found herself obeying his command.
Her knees knocked against each other as she walked, and she felt as if she was in a trance as she took a seat.
Ryu took another chair to sit in front of her...before oh-so-slowly reaching for her legs under her dress.
His touch was like fire, but when she started to look down—-
"Eyes on me."
Her stunned gaze flew back up at his command.
"And you can't look down until I say so."
His hands slowly traveled up her trembling thighs, and her breath caught when his fingers came into contact with the waistband—-aaaah.
Ryu's gorgeous face remained impassive as he tore the scrap of silk from her flesh, and Summerine was no longer sure if she was trembling out of fear...or shameful excitement.
Maybe even both?
He pocketed the torn piece of fabric while his gaze locked her in place.
"Open your legs."
No. No. No.
Her mind reeled at the command even as her legs parted open.
"Wider."
Had she already turned into his slave without knowing it, and that was why she was unable to resist his command?
"Wider."