Page 83 of Rebellion

As he opened the door, he froze as soon as he took in the sight of her.

She’d moved.

And that demanded punishment.

Although he wouldn’t punish her while she was injured.

Plus, she’s not yours to punish.

Which she should be thankful for.

He had to do something, though. Otherwise, she’d never believe him to be a man of his word. But what?

Unfortunately, he was probably just going to have to scold her.

However, her disobedience wasn’t the only thing that had him freezing.

Nope, that would be the small, perfect breast now on display. He’d been on his best behavior before, not really peeking at her naked body.

However, he was no saint and there was only so much he could take before he broke.

So he stood there and took in his fill of her stiff, peachy-pink nipple. The plump breast that he wanted to cup. His mouth watered at the thought of sucking on her nipple, on listening to her cry out as he took it fully into his mouth.

There was nothing he liked more than playing with a woman’s breasts, except, maybe, for eating her out.

But this wasn’t just any woman.

This was his woman.

Even if she didn’t know that yet.

He tried to get himself under control. He knew he couldn’t do anything until she was his.

But fuck if he wanted to listen to himself.

“Sofia,” he growled.

“Um, sorry.” She tried to move back into place and draw the blanket up over herself, but he let out a low noise of warning, and she froze.

“Pull the blanket farther down.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“Do as I say.” He closed his eyes for a moment.

Easy, man.

“You have a safeword,” he reminded her. And he fully expected her to use it.

When he opened his eyes to stare at her, he was sure she’d be covered up.

And that was for the best. It would give him a chance to chill the raging need in his blood.

So, no one was more shocked than him when she did as ordered, drawing the blanket away from her breasts. She held it just under them, keeping the rest of herself covered.

Fuck. Him.

She was so damn gorgeous.

---