Page 73 of Darkest Retribution

“Honestly?”

She nods.

That’s a bad idea.“I don’t want to scare you. I don’t know what you’re into, or—”

Rolling her eyes, she says, “You’re not going to scare me, grumpy. I’m into lots of things.”

The eagerness in her eyes tugs the words from my mouth.

“I want to take you back to my place,” I say lowly as my lips skim over the soft skin of her neck. “I want to tie you up and explore every inch of your body until you’re begging me to let you come. I want you in my bed, spread out and restrained for me.”

She moans.

“I want you so wet for me that you end up dripping onto the sheets and soaking them. So needy for me that you’re shaking.” I lean forward until my lips are right next to her ear. “And that barely scratches the surface.”

“Oh my god,” she whispers.

“Would you like that?”

“Yes. God yes.”

I pull back, examining her face and finding nothing but sincere desire. “Then be at my front door in exactly ten minutes. Wear the dress you had on at Rosie’s birthday party. And Jade?”

“Yes?”

“Nothing else.”

. . .

When I hear the knock on my door, I’m in my bedroom, getting everything ready. I head downstairs immediately. I don’t want to make Jade wait.

Well, I do. But not outside.

I pull her inside, kicking the door shut. She’s smiling, and it’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever witnessed. It’s not something I’ve seen a lot of until the past few days.

Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I tilt her head up so she’s looking into my eyes. She melts into me, her hands coming to grip my sides.

“Have you ever done something like this before?”

She shakes her head. “I’ve always been the dominant one in bed.”

“But you’re okay with this?”

“With you,” she whispers.

I tuck that away in my brain to examine later, right next to her obeying all my commands the other night even though she said she never listens to other people. I’m not sure what’s changed, what makes her want to submit to me. But I’m determined to figure it out.

“If I do something that makes you uncomfortable, or you want to stop, then—”

“I’m perfectly capable of communicating my needs, grumpy.”

“Watch the attitude,” I murmur. “I want to make sure you feel safe.”

Her breathing stops. Then, “You already do.”

“Good,” I murmur, releasing her. “Now show me how badly you want this.”

Confusion flickers over her features for a split second. To be honest, I’m not sure what exactly I want from her. I think I’m just curious to see what she’ll do.

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