Page 14 of Under His Command
“Okay,” he turns over to the nightstand to get his phone, the sheets rustling with him.
“What are you doing…?” I ask, a concerned scowl on my face. “Rowan!”
“Quiet, angel. I’m working.”
I watch in shock and awe as Rowan dials a number on his phone, pinching his eyebrows together as he squeezes his eyes shut to readjust to the light.
“Yes, hello. This is Commander Rowan King. I’m sorry to disturb you at this hour—”
“Rowan,” I whisper-shout, but he brings his finger to his mouth, tapping his lips while giving me a stern look.
“There’s a case on Monday under Judge Davis—Lydia Davis. Yes, I need it postponed. To…” He looks at me. “Friday?”
I give him a blank stare. I can’t believe him right now!
“No, that wouldn’t work actually,” he resumes. “Can you— Yeah? Perfect. Thank you. Have a good night.”
“Rowan!” I get up to a seated position, anger and shame and, I guess, a fuzzy feeling coursing through me all at once. “You can’t just do that. That’s abuse of power!”
“No point in having power if you can’t abuse it from time to time.” He puts his phone back on the nightstand. “You’re sleeping with me tonight. And tomorrow. And the night after that. Period.”
“Rowan…”
“What’s the matter, angel?”
My phone dings on the other nightstand, and I lean over to swipe it open while Rowan grabs my naked ass from behind. I bite my lip in response, but I’m glad he can’t see it right now. I’m mad at him. And I need him to understand.
“It’s Miss Pratt. She just said…” I shake my head. “Our case has gotten postponed to next Tuesday.”
“Perfect. I love it when things move fast in this country,” he smirks.
“Rowan! You can’t just do that. People were planning for this trial. It’s not right…”
“A billionaire and a rival corporation? Please,” he scoffs. “They have enough money already. They can wait until next Tuesday while I fuck my girl at least a couple more times.”
“And then what?” I scowl. “I go back and you call me in whenever you feel like it again?”
Not the time, or the place.
Fuck, Dove, you’re fucking this up.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
But Rowan’s face doesn’t falter. Nor does it tense up. Which is why I don’t expect it at all when he turns over to face me, grabbing my neck and squeezing tight enough for all the air to come out.
“I told you we were going to fix it, but I didn’t think we’d have to start in the middle of the night. Your self-doubt is going to have to go, Dove. Because my good little angel is perfect, and I will not allow her to degrade herself like that. Nod if you understand.”
I nod. I fucking nod, butterflies coming to life in my belly and in my pussy.
“Good. Now.” He squeezes harder, and I reach down to touch my already pulsing clit. “Nuh-uh-uh. Take your hand out of your cunt. You’re not touching it again until I say so. And right now, you’re going to sleep like the good girl I know you are. And in the morning, if I’m feeling generous, I might play with your ass a little bit until I let you come. Do. You. Understand?”
I nod hard and fast. His hand is still wrapped around my neck, my lungs about to explode from the lack of oxygen. He smirks, releasing me, and I take in huge heaps of air like I’ve never breathed before in my life.
He presses me to his chest once more, his head resting on top of mine.
“Sleep well, angel,” he says, while I blink hard and fast through whatever the hell just happened.
It’s at this moment that I realize… Rowan King is not my hero, as younger me would’ve thought.
