Page 74 of His Dark Pact

“Upset?” He sniggered as he crouched beside her. “How can I be upset with the woman who careened into my life and changed everything?”

He couldn’t be talking about her, could he?

Pressing his cool palm against the heated skin of her face, he skimmed his lips over hers. “My verdict is final, little girl.”

The power he had over her—whether bartered through her poverty or her sexual assent—was completely mesmerizing.

“Yes, sir.” Her gaze fell to the space between her palms. The decision was his, and she would live with—and likely relish—either outcome.

“Come here.” He settled back on his chair and beckoned her forward with his index finger.

Turning, she crawled toward his trouser-clad shin.

“Do you think you did a good job, little girl?”

“No, sir,” she conceded. “I was restless, and I don’t know why.”

Being used as someone’s footrest was new territory for Amy, and while she acknowledged how hot and needy it had made her, she had still struggled to square her plight, let alone her arousal.

“Thank you for being honest about your performance. Your feelings are understandable.” Tucking her hair away from her face, he leaned down to graze his lips across her nearest earlobe. “It’s not every day a woman becomes a footrest.”

She blinked at his whispered words, mewling as his lips skimmed the side of her neck. She’d always loved to be kissed there, and his mouth sparked electricity against her skin.

“No, sir.”

She wanted more of his kisses, more of his time, but she dared not ask for them. He’d given her so much already and promised her nothing.

Except those wonderful carnal rewards when I’ve earned them.

“I’m sure you’re ready to hear my decision.” He clasped the back of her neck as he straightened, holding her in place as he inched toward the edge of his oversized chair.

“Yes.” Breathlessness had become her default tone. “Yes, please, sir.”

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“ICOULD TELL YOU WEREdoing your best, little girl.” His thumb stroked at the soft skin of her neck. “But, I agree, you were restless.”

“I’m sorry.” All she could think about was the bubble of rapture Kyle had created with such ease. She couldn’t be developing feelings for him, could she?

“No apologies needed.” He lowered again, crashing his lips to hers and swallowing her rising mewl. Time protracted as his tongue darted into her mouth, snaking in and out of her hot warmth the way she longed his cock would do. “Here’s what’s going to happen next.”

Dazed from the kiss, she tried to focus on his words.

“You’re going to get your spanking.” Doubled over so his face was the same level as hers, his blue gaze speared her. “And then, once you’re suitably contrite for failing to be a good footrest, I’m going to give you the orgasm of your life.”

Fuck.

Her body tensed at his dark promises, reminding her of what she already knew—she wantedeverythinghe’d described. Everything and, if truth be told, a whole lot more.

More than any housekeeper should yearn for.

“Yes, sir.”

Had she just concurred with him without complaint?

Hell, what had happened to her that she was prepared to simply roll over with a few softly spoken words?

Worse still, she wasn’t even sure she wanted to return to the version of herself who’d thought she had more fight but spent her life running in frantic circles. That strung-out, rundown form of Amy was nothing worth aspiring to. She knew that now. She was better off on her knees in front of the man in the sharp suit with wild blue eyes and magic hands.

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