Page 222 of My French Love Affair

I should roll my eyes. Should snap something sharp andcutting in response. Should shove him away and tell him exactly where he can shove his goddamn dominance.

But I don’t.

Instead, my breath catches and my stomach tightens with anticipation. The way he says it - all low and teasing, almostthreatening- has a humiliating, traitorous thrill rushing through me.

I glare, but it’s weak, and we both know it.

"You think you can just ignore me? Push me away?"

His voice is a smooth, velvety taunt; each syllable deliberate and indulgent, meant to unnerve me. His hand lifts, his fingers dragging over the side of my waist in slow and calculated stokes.

I bite the inside of my cheek so hard I think I might bleed.

"Act like you don’t belong to me?"

There it is.

His audacity. His arrogance.

His infuriating, insufferable, relentless need to push me to the edge.

I swallow hard, my heart slamming against my ribs, the heat of his gaze turning my insides to liquid.

"I don’t belong to you," I force out.

His lips ghost over my jaw, just barely touching, but I feel it like a fucking brand.

"You sure about that?"

I hate how my breath stutters. I hate how I don’t shove him back.

I hate how my body reacts before my mind even catches up.

His smirk deepens, his head tilting like he’s considering something -

No. More like he’s already decided something.

And then he presses harder.

The thick, solid length of him is unmistakable, hot and unrelenting as he presses between my thighs.

A violent shiver rips through me. My spine locks up, my entire body on fire from just this alone.

Oh,god.

"I should punish you for today," he murmurs.

His voice is pure silk-wrapped sin, and a bolt of heat slams into me so hard my knees threaten to buckle.

I should sayfuck you.

I should tell him he’s delusional.

I should tell him he doesn’t get to punish me foranything.

But then he leans in even closer, until the tip of his nose brushes against mine. His breath is warm against my cheeks, controlled and calm and measured -

The complete opposite of the chaos he’s wreaking inside of me.

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