Page 94 of Revenant

And I realize, I do want him.

Jittery nerves fill me, and I lower my arms, gaining confidence when his breath hitches as my bare breasts come into view. While he might be in charge, I realize I have some control as well.

Any unease vanishes in an instant, and I pull my shoulders back, standing up straighter. He hums in approval, reaching up to rub his thumb back and forth over his bottom lip, and I shiver at the hunger burning in his brown eyes.

As he steps forward, my nipples tighten in anticipation. When he begins to circle me, I twist to keep him in view, but he barks out another command. “Stand still. Eyes forward.”

I snap to face the door, my skin tingling at having him stand behind me. Gooseflesh chases across my shoulders and down myarms, while my breasts feel heavy, aching for his touch. When his breath ghosts along the back of my neck, I barely stifle the urge to shift and rub my thighs together, desperate for any type of friction.

I’m nearly panting, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.

Fuck!

I’m beginning to appreciate the advantages of him being in charge. There is something about letting go of inhibitions, not having to think or worry about anything, that hikes up the anticipation.

The sound of rushing water startles me, and I nearly turn to see what he’s doing. It’s only years of obeying orders that keep me in place. It’s not long before the calming scent of lavender fills the room.

“Strip,” Ellis orders, his brisk tone almost bored.

I shiver as steam billows into the room, and I nibble on my bottom lip, a frisson of unease keeping me still. Then Ellis is at my side, cupping my jaw and forcing me to look at him. “Don’t make me to ask you twice. You won’t like the consequences.”

My eyes blink at the husky threat, and I hesitate for a different reason, suddenly struggling with the impulse to be bad.

Very. Very. Bad.

Deciding not to push him…yet, I reach for my pants and strip them off.

“Slower,” he barks, his eyes dropping to my dangling breasts, then lower when my legs emerge. He stands off to the side, his legs spread, his stance rigid, and I don’t miss the huge outline of his cock behind his jeans.

Distracted, I bend over to remove my jeans, and my mouth waters as I imagine tasting the length of him. If my pants weren’t tangled around my ankles, I would be on my knees before him.

A smack on my ass catches me by surprise, and I yelp at the sharp sting. I jolt upright, but before I can react, his hand rubsthe ache. To my surprise, the burn turns into heat at his touch. I’m not even aware that I’m squirming against his hand, seeking more…and whimpering when he removes his touch.

“I thought I told you to strip,” he snarls, annoyance heavy in his tone. “If you don’t want to play, then we will stop.”

I don’t think I’ve ever stripped so fast in my life. I’m panting as I straighten, trembling as I wait for his next command. The water shuts off, and silence fills the room. It’s all I can do not to turn and see what he’s doing.

I’m listening so hard that when he speaks, I jump.

“Come here.”

Anticipation sings in my veins as I slowly turn to face him…and huff in disappointment when I find him fully submerged. His arms are stretched along the rim of the tub, the man lazily resting back in the water, very much the lord of the manor. His chest is bare, moisture beading against his skin, and I find myself licking my lips.

When he quirks a single brow in warning, I hurry to his side. He scans my body as I approach, starting at my toes and taking his time before wandering higher. When he finally meets my eyes, he nods in approval.

“Step into the tub, turn your back to me, then sit.” He watches me like a lion watching a gazelle—seconds away from pouncing.

I do as he instructs, pouting a little when his hands don’t move from the rim of the tub. Then I notice his white knuckles, and my confidence surges. When my ass is just inches from his face, I blush furiously and hurriedly lower myself into the tub with a slight splash, hissing in a sharp breath at the almost too hot water.

Once I’m submerged, I groan as the heat soaks into my sore muscles. I’m not aware of my eyes closing or relaxing back against him until his cock is nestled against my spine. I gaspwhen I feel the whole length of him pressed against me so intimately, and my eyes snap open wide. The signals in my brain get mixed up, torn between scrambling away or reaching back to touch him.

Instead of doing either, I freeze.

Ellis slips his hand over my shoulder and captures my throat. “Going somewhere?”

Though amusement tinges the question, a threat lingers in the way his fingers tighten. I shake my head, and I’m rewarded when his thumb distractedly brushes up and down the side of my neck, directly over where my pulse is pounding.

“I need your words,” he murmurs, water sloshing as he sits up and presses himself against my back.

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