Page 15 of The General's Bride

It tore at his heart to see her so upset. She didn’t lift her head to acknowledge his presence. Had he finally broken her? Not likely.

Maybe she was trying to manipulate him by making him feel bad for her. Yes, that’s exactly what she was trying to do. Zahn wouldn’t let her get to him. She would submit and now.

He stalked over to her and grabbed London’s chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.

“Look at me, Princess.”

Her eyes locked with his. “Go ahead. Do what you have to. I won’t fight.”

Zahn lifted a brow. “What are you trying to say?”

“You win. You’re bigger, stronger, and better than me. I don’t have any fight left in me. Isn’t that what you wanted to hear? Just please, do what you have to do and get it over with. I don’t know how much more of this humiliation I can take.”

His eyes narrowed. “Do you think I’ve humiliated you?”

“Wasn’t that your goal? You’ve done nothing but try to make me want you and then when you see that I do you leave mealone. I don’t want to go through that again. I only wish you’d finish what you started.”

“So you admit you want me?”

“Yes.”

“And that I’m your master?” he asked softly, testing London to see if what she said was true or if she was playing a game.

Her lips tightened briefly, a spark of her old defiance peeking through. So the fire wasn’t completely extinguished within her.

Good.

He was finally reconciling himself to the fiery London and found he liked her very much. Zahn wasn’t sure if he wanted the meeker version of her back. Which one was her true self? He’d soon find out.

“If that’s what you need to hear, then yes,” she finally answered his question.

“Since you put it so sweetly, Princess, you won’t mind if I do this?” He cupped her face in his hands and lowered his head.

She flinched ever so slightly, but it was just enough for him to pick up on it.

“I thought I had your complete obedience,” he whispered against her mouth.

“You didn’t say anything about kissing.”

“But as your master, I get to do what I’d like to you and I want to taste your sweet lips.”

“What makes you think I won’t bite you?”

“Because you’re trembling. You do want this.” He crushed her lips beneath the persistence of his mouth, but she soon responded. With a sigh, London opened her mouth underneath the pressure of his insistent lips.

He explored her sweet recesses, leaving no part of them untouched by his tongue. His body was hot for her. His cock ached to be inside of her, but before he finally took London, Zahn wanted a real admission of surrender from her.

He tugged at her metallic bra, pulling it off altogether and freeing her full brown globes. They filled his hands perfectly. She was made just for him and he had to have her!

Zahn ground his erection against the juncture of her thighs. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold off. “Tell me you want this,” he commanded.

“I already did,” she moaned.

“Say it again. This time mean it.”

“You’ve already taken all I have to give.” She lowered her lids.

“Say it,” he bit out. “Or so help me I’ll walk away and leave you like this.”

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