Page 71 of Secret Obsession
“Ever,” I snap. “And you come in here, you close the door, and you strip. Simple as that.”
“What if I just need to come get a book or something?” She tilts her head. “It’s a little convoluted—”
“For fuck’s sake, Willow,” I growl.
I stalk forward. She quickly backs up, bumping into the door. My hands land on the wood on either side of her head.
“When you come here to sleep, take off your fucking panties.”
“Fine,” she replies, breathless. “What else?”
I raise my eyebrow. “What makes you think there’s more?”
“Because you’re Miles Whiteshaw,” she murmurs. “There’s always more.”
My lip curls up, and I take my time looking in her pretty blue eyes. She’s a disaster, there’s no denying it. And the only reason she’s not sloppy drunk right now is because of me.
“No more drinking.”
Her nostrils flare. “When, here?”
“Anywhere,” I decide.
“Bullshit.” She shifts, like she’s going to try to escape.
There is no escape.
“Let’s talk consequences,” I say instead.
She stills. “Okay. What happens when I break one of your rules?”
Her hand lands on my chest, using it to leverage some distance between us. I’m tempted to lean into it—and I do, testing her resistance. Her nails dig into my sternum.
“Wait, let me guess. You’re going to punish me. A little corporal punishment, yeah?” Her laugh escapes her, and she sucks her lower lip between her teeth. “What makes you think I won’t enjoy that sort of thing?”
Well, fuck.
I remove my hand from the door and wrap it around her throat. Slow. Because I want her to see my moves coming from a mile away. And true to form, her eyes go wide, but she doesn’t try to stop me.
“Trust me, wild girl. You’ll enjoy and hate my punishments in equal measure.”
I release her and step back. Her chest rises and falls, and her tongue darts across her lower lip. I almost groan at that, but instead, my spine straightens. My gaze travels across her body, too hidden by the shirt. I should’ve picked something in a smaller size.
“Are you ready for bed?” I ask. “Brushed your teeth?”
She bristles but inclines her chin. “Thank goodnesssomeonestocks that bathroom with extra toothbrushes.”
My shoulders tense. “Get in bed,” I order.
We stare at each other. And then the most beautiful thing happens. Her delicate neck bends, her gaze falling to the floor. She breaks forme. She listens tome. Her body seems to release some tension and gain more, and she inches toward the bed. I let her go, giving her the space to move.
She fluffs one of my pillows and lies on her side, facing the windows. She drags the blankets up to her neck.
I watch her for a moment, then flick the light off. I leave the room and take care of business in the bathroom, then return. I shed my clothes in the dark and slip into bed. I wait for a moment, listening to her breathing.
She’s barely taking any breaths at all. Her short inhales and exhales are too shallow.
I reach for her and drag her into the middle of the bed. Her ass finds my groin, and my hard dick waiting for her. She gasps, her hands turning into claws on my arm.
