Page 109 of Born for Silk

He chuckles. “Really?”

Am I amusing to him?

My lips curl in frustration. “Well, yes. I am then. But I'm not here for you or me. I am here because of Iris, so what will you do with her?”

His smile falls, and my eyes widen.

“Does it scare you how apathetically I will execute her?” His tone is anything but amused now. “Do you see the black hole in my chest? Is that why you will happily leave me for a peaceful, pathetic life with the babies?”

I shuffle my feet. “I don’t understand.”

He stares at me, unsmiling. “Come here.”

My hands start to shake. Have I pushed this too far? I am pregnant, which means I am untouchable. Is that why I am so quick to misbehave?

“Now!”

Shit. I force my feet forward, walking slowly around the giant table that seems more like a wall to me. I circle it and stop a foot away from Rome, eye to eye with him as he leans back, authority rippling through his relaxed posture.

His eyes pierce me, and I squirm. An angry sound comes from the armrest as he squeezes the leather. “Lay your little body over my lap.” He rolls up his sleeves, displaying thick forearms larger than my thighs and angry veins that ripple his scars and tattoos. He is a monster, and stunning, and I am completely at his mercy.

I can’t breathe. “My king?

“You walk in here” —he grips my wrist and pulls me to lay, face down, on his lap. “This tiny human with all this attitude. Asking for attention. Here it is.” His hand slaps my backside, and I buck into his thigh as a yelp bounces from my lips and a defiant moan builds in my throat.

I don’t want to want this.

He is spanking me

I’ve done the wrong thing.

I moan, long and rough.

“Yes.” His voice is liquid silk. “That’s what I thought.”

Slap.

Moan.

Feeding his fingers up the back of my leg, they dip beneath my skirting and trail up to my thighs. I roll backward into their warm caress. He meets my centre.

“Fuck,” he hisses, the pads of his fingers stroking the damp spot, circling it. “You are so mine.”

I try to remember why I’m here. “I don't need attention. I need answers, my king.”

He rubs my throbbing pussy through my knickers, firm circles that confuse me and that send my hips chasing the motion. “Answers to all the questions you should not have inside your pathetic conditioned mind.”

His words find a mark inside my heart, but his fingers draw whimpers of delight through my lips. “What?”

“I can smell your arousal.” The fabric between my thighs is soaked as he pushes it aside, dips his finger between my folds, and penetrates me.

I cry out in relief.

My muscles work and ripple along the length of his finger as he slides in and out of me, so deep and full, then empty and wanting. He controls me.

“I want this on my tongue. It's been weeks, and I'm hard as rock for you.”

“You left...” The truth falls from me.

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