Page 161 of Pucking Obsessed

Heine crouches to pick up a water bottle from a tray on the side, which is filled with snacks and drinks.

He truly has planned to keep us here all night.

I try to take the open bottle, but Heine shakes his head, holding it to my mouth. Gently, he tips it back.

I take a couple of swigs of the water, before pulling away.

Water runs down my chin.

I clear my throat, which feels much better now.

“Hungry?” Heine asks.

I shake my head.

I’ll hurl if I eat anything.

Heine places down the water, then fluidly kneels in front of me.

It’s a practiced move that would impress most doms. He holds his hands behind his back at the elbow, which pushes out his chest. His head is bowed, and his eyes are sweetly downcast.

It should scream submission.

I’d have been tricked by it once.

But not now.

Never again.

Because it’s clever but fake.

Even though Heine’s cheeks are flushed and his position is perfect, the other cues aren’t there. There’s no shortness of breath, change in his breathing pattern, or hardness underneath his loin cloth.

I can see enough of his eyes underneath his lashes to see how cool they are.

How calculating.

This is an act for my sake.

This isn’t like Shay’s raw, exciting, pleasured submission.

Shay may not know a single learned position, but I’d take his natural submission every time.

“Hurt me, Sir,” Heine whispers.

“Red,” I reply, coldly.

In an instant, Heine drops his mask.

He scrambles up to his feet, shoving me onto my back and slamming his hands down onto my wings.

He pins me underneath him like an Archangel defeating Lucifer. “Have you forgotten who I am? I could have any dom in the country.”

“Then have them. You can’t have me.”

“Why?” Heine pushes his finger hard against my chest on each word. I grit my teeth against the pain. “Because you’re tooweakto handle me? Tame me? Because you’re not areal dom? Not a real man?”

Rage ignites through me.

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