‘We always have a choice, Alana. Even if it’s a difficult one.’

‘Yes, well sometimes people make choices because they’re desperate –’

‘And sometimes, they make them because they are blind to the truth,’ he replied.

I was about to argue with him, but he rolled on top of me and crushed his mouth over mine. I bit on his lip and he stopped kissing me, grinning at me instead.

‘Feisty tonight, princess?’ he said and then he was at my neck, biting and sucking. I wanted to tell him to stop but my body had other ideas. ‘Stop trying to distract me with sex,’ I snapped.

He chuckled softly. ‘I think we both need a distraction,’ he kissed my neck again. ‘Because for some reason, asking you about your past has made you pissed.’

‘You accusing my father of giving me away to you has made me pissed,’ I snapped.

‘Hmm. We’ll revisit our different understandings of how this contract between you and I came to be, Alana. But not right now,’ he said as he moved lower and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. ‘Right now, all I want do is make you forget why you’re so pissed at me.’

‘I’d like to see you try,’ I panted as his hand slid slower until his fingers were between my thighs. Even as I said it, I knew I was fighting a losing battle. My body responded to his of its own volition even when my brain was telling it otherwise.

‘It certainly feels like you’d like me to try,’ he growled as he slipped two of his thick fingers inside me.

My legs parted for him and he took the opportunity to move his head southwards before he settled between my thighs and I groaned in desperate need of him. ‘You know I can make you come so hard, you’ll forget what day of the week it is, don’t you, princess?’ he growled against my pussy making my legs tremble.

I wanted to tell him he was wrong and accuse him of being an arrogant asshole, but the truth was, he was right.

‘Yes,’ I breathed instead and then I pressed my head back against the pillow as I concentrated on the miracles this devil could perform with his tongue.