Page 28 of Untamed

Bratvabloodline

Little queen, you wouldn’t last five seconds if I really wanted to make you beg.

The room feels hotter suddenly, the air too thick. I should laugh this off, but… my thighs clench involuntarily.

You’re all big talk for someone hiding behind a screen

His response is immediate.

Bratvabloodline

What if I weren’t? What if none of these were props and I wasn’t hiding?

This stops me cold.

The image of him stepping out of the shadows, commanding the space around him, is so vivid it makes me shiver.

God help me. I think I want him to prove it.

You’re overconfident. Arrogant. Guys like you are all the same

His reply comes so fast that I barely have time to breathe.

Bratvabloodline

And girls like you always pretend they don’t want to submit, that it’s all just a fantasy, until they’re on their knees, shaking, begging… it’s only arrogance if you can’t back it up, beautiful.

Oh god.

My breath catches.Damn him.

You’ve got quite the ego. Shame you don’t have the balls to prove it.

What am I doinggggggg? My mouth is dry, and my hands are shaking.

Bratvabloodline

Careful, little queen. That’s not a challenge you want to make. You’re making me very eager to prove how serious I am

There’s an ache between my legs Irefuseto acknowledge as my fingers fly over the screen.

Oh, I’m shaking, I’m so scared. You, behind your phone, hiding in the shadows? Going to stop me? Please.

That’s it. I’m leaving him on read. I refuse to let him with this little… game, or whatever it is he’s playing. I grab my phone, pick up the book I’m reading without showing the cover, and do a quick little video asking my readers if they are as impatient as I am to get to the real meat of the story, or is it just my mood?

I don’t even edit it this time. I usually like to edit the hell out of them.

I post, comment on the responses I got from my last post, and, against my wildly better judgment, make a few comments on the thirst trap he’s trying to bait me with.

Little do you know what I really wish for. But nice start. Color me intrigued...

I grin to myself and throw caution to the wind like an idiot, baiting him publicly.

How much of this is posing and how much could you actually deliver? Are you into the “touch her and die” vibes or is that only for fiction. “My wife?” or meh? Would you actually put your woman on a pedestal and treat her like a queen, or are you just here for the attention?

I bite my lip, toss my phone down, and go to make another cup of hot cocoa. My phone buzzes and buzzes, notification after notification coming through.

I really need to change those settings.

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