Page 43 of Reckless Hearts

“And you’re still dressed. Fix that.”

Asshole, I mutter to myself. I pull off my black top, blushing as I feel his eyes on my bra. I kick off my flats, then drop the skirt to my feet and wriggle out of it. My skin burns where his eyes slide over me, drinking in every detail, every flaw, every hidden part of me.

Every buried secret. Every private desire.

When he doesn’t say anything, I glance down at myself and bite my lip. Compared to the rest of the underwear I own, what I have on now seemed ridiculously sexy and alluring back at home. Looking at it now, it looks more like regular plain old underwear that happens to be black and involve a few bits of lace.

“You’re still dressed. You don’t get to stop yet.”

I blush and turn away from him, unclasping my bra and dropping it. My panties follow, and my entire body pulses with embarrassment as my hand covers my pussy and one arm goes across my breasts.

“Turn around, Dahlia.”

I do so, shivering and squirming under his fierce gaze.

“This may surprise you, but I’ve actually seen a naked female form before. You don’t have to protect my innocence.”

My lips purse as I take in the smug look on his face.

“Drop the arms. Now.”

I take a shaky breath, and then I do as he says, dropping them to my sides where my fingers twist and my fists clench into balls over and over.

“Good,” he growls. His eyes shamelessly drag over every part of me, lingering on my chest and then between my legs. I squirm under his gaze.

But this isn’t so bad. I can do this.

“Now sit, spread your legs, and touch yourself.”

I’m sorry, what??

My mouth drops open, my eyes going wide as I stare at him with shock all over my face.

“Pretending to be deaf is in extremely poor taste, Dahlia, not to mention insulting to my intelligence—”

My mouth opens even wider as I stare at him. “I amnot—”

“And the next time you pathetically insist on trying to pretend you are, I’ll immediately bend you over the nearest chair, couch, park bench, railing, mailbox, or parked taxi, rip your panties off, and spank your ass until you can’t sit down for a week.”

Holy. FUCK.

Something explosive and deadly, like napalm, floods my core.

“Is. That. Clear.”

I nod quickly, swallowing the knot in my throat. “Yeah… I mean yes.”

“Excellent. Now sit your ass in that chair, spread your legs, and show me your fucking pussy.”

There’s no charm to this man when he doesn’t need or want it as a means to an end. No softness. No seduction. Just brutality and coldness. Danger and fear.

I wish I could say that was a turn off.

It’s not.

Slowly, my face throbbing, I sit in the leather chair across from him, my knees still jammed firmly together.

“If we have to go get your ears checked, I’m taking you to the doctor as-is, right now.”

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