Page 46 of His Scarlette Obsession
“I just want you to know,” I hear myself say unevenly, “that from now on, you can count on me to be the best wife ever.”
“Is that so?”
“I mean it,” I say earnestly. “I have to. I’m not...I mean...I don’t consider myself an expert on faith or anything, but I know enough to understand that I need to give it my all, if I want our marriage to work. And that’s why I can promise you I’ll take my duties as a wife seriously. I’ll submit to you—”
“I’m very glad to hear that,habibti,” Lykan murmurs.
Oh no.
“Especially as we still have some time on our hands.”
Why do I have a bad feeling about this?
“Now,” he says, his voice dropping to that dangerous purr that makes my stomach flutter, “open your legs wide.”
Wait.
Did he just say—
How in the world did we arrive—
Lykan raises a brow when all I do is stare at him in confusion. “Did I misunderstand what you said earlier,habibti? Did you not promise to submit to me?”
“Oh, but—”
“Then do as I ask,” he says silkily.
Fire bursts in my cheeks, and I can’t remember feeling this confused, this embarrassed...and this turned on.
“Open your legs.”
My knees slowly part...even as I feel my senses start reeling.
“Wider.”
The emerald silk of my dress rides up as I obey, revealing the lacy tops of my stockings. The leather seat is cool against my skin, and I grip the armrest with my free hand, my knuckles going white.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, and the praise sends heat spiraling through me. “You said you take your wifely duties seriously?”
I nod, not trusting my voice.
“Then let me tell you what I expect from my wife.” His hands slide to my knees, his touch burning through the thin silk. “Complete surrender. Complete honesty. And complete pleasure.”
Oh.
His fingers trace the hem of my dress, pushing it higher inch by tortuous inch, while city lights flash by outside, streaks of white and red that blur together as my focus narrows to his touch.
“L-Lykan,” I stammer out. “What if someone—”
“No one can see us,habibti. The windows are tinted, and we’re completely alone.” His voice is hypnotic, soothing even as his actions are anything but. “Relax.”
His hands skim up my thighs, and his touch makes me feel anythingbutrelaxed.
The limo turns a corner, and I sway slightly, my grip on the armrest tightening.
“You’re trembling...”
Why does he have to sound so pleased about that?
