Page 37 of The Rancher's Unloved Wife

His tone wasfirmernow.

Like a master to his slave, she realized helplessly even as unused muscles in her legs began to protest.

"I can smell your desire,wife."

The shocking intimacy of his words, and the fact that it was Ryu's first time to address her in such a way, had her body shuddering in a way that thrilled and terrified her at the sametime. And when she, too, started to notice how a musky scent had tinged the air...

Fire burst in her cheeks, and the way his gaze gleamed only had her face feeling hotter than ever.

Summerine couldn't ever remember feeling thismortified.

Thisexposed.

But most of all, she couldn't remember feeling thisrestless.

It was as if flames of lust were licking every inch of her, and she had to fight against the urge to start writhing in the chair.

"You're starting to feel it, don't you?"

Oh no.

The way he was taunting her was so much like the Ryu in her dreams, and it just made her feelmoreof everything.

Mortified.

Exposed.

And so, soachinglyrestless that just as she started to wonder if she was about to lose her mind—-

"You want me."

A cry spilled past her lips as the truth of his words hit her.

"So ask for it."

The words were crazy-familiar, and the lines of reality and fantasy began to blur.

"Ask for me to touch you, Summerine."

She stared at him in a mixture of shock and helpless desire.

Did he just say—-

"Ask me to see if you really are as innocent as you say you are."

She could only moan.

He really did say—-

"Ask me."

It wasthattone again.

A firmness that a master reserved for his slave, and it was as irresistible as ever.

"Please," she heard herself whimper. "P-Please..."

"That would do...for now."

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