Page 76 of Dance of Ruin

Her eyes spark. “Newsflash: Ido.Frequently. You don’t get to make those kinds of demands. It’s not like?—”

“I own you?” I smile smugly. “Actually, Naomi,I do.”

She rolls her eyes.

I’m torn. On the one hand, Idosort of like this new, empowered, sassy Naomi.

Sassy Naomi gets my dickveryhard, and it make me want to spank that sass right out of her—ideally, with my cock balls-deep in her ass, and perhaps my cum dripping down her cheeks.

But on the other hand… She needs a reminder of who’s in charge here.

“Youdon’tfuckingown?—”

Her breath catches and her eyes go wide as my hand suddenly wraps possessively around her throat—not choking her, not hurting her, just squeezing tightly enough to send a message.

The mad staccato of her pulse against my fingers and the way she can barely contain the whimper in her throat are a pretty good indication that she received said message.

…Received, processed, and is currently trying to hide the fact that it is almost certainly making her panties wet.

She swallows heavily against my hand before she slips away from me, as if she needs the distance between us. “Vaughn is like abrotherto me. He’s been occasionally changing with the girls for years.”

“That’s not fucking happening anymore,” I growl.

“Oh myGod, you’re jealous.”

I say nothing.

She smirks. “Also—Vaughn isbi.”

“And still a man with eyes,” I growl. “He could be a monk sworn to celibacy and I’d still throw him through a wall if I caught him seeing you naked again.”

She rolls her eyes.

“You don’t get to decide that.”

I smile wolfishly.

“Spoiler: I can do whatever the fuck I want when it comes to you.”

Naomi’s eyes flash with something I haven’t seen in her before. Not shame. Not fear.

Anger.

“Our arrangement,” she bites out, “isnota 24/7 thing.”

“Guess what,” I say, stepping even closer, letting the heaviness of the next words hang in the air between us. “It is now.”

She blinks, her brow furrowing. “Excuse me?”

“You’re right. It’s a waste of your time to have to wake up early after a full day dancing to come all the way to my office.”

She looks at me warily, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Smart girl.

“So, we’ll simplify things. You’ll live at my place with me. You’ll be available to me anytime and all the time.”

She stares at me, mouth slightly open.

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