Page 106 of Make Me Yours
Possessive.
Commanding in a way that makes my thighs clench and my breath come in short little huffs.
He threatened to spank me.
Spank me!
My brain stumbles over it, and a shiver of need dances down my spine as I try to process the words and what they mean. What it would feel like. The idea that his hand would be on me like that, demanding and claiming, makes my insides twist and flutter.
No one’s ever laid a hand on me like that before.
Not in anger or in dominance.
Not in anything close to the way Steele means it.
But my panties are soaked at the idea. Completely drenched, clinging to me in a way that makes every shift in the seat an exercise in restraint. My body already knows the answer, even if my mind is scrambling to catch up.
Once we pull into the private garage beneath the building, Steele kills the engine with a flick of his wrist.The hum of the car dies, only to be replaced by silence and the thudding of my own heartbeat in my ears.
He’s out of the driver’s seat and at my door before I can gather my thoughts.
“Come on, lucky charm,” he says, holding the door open, his voice quiet and controlled. It turns me on more than I could have ever thought.
I can’t help but see the man before me with fresh eyes.
His hand slides to the small of my back as I step out. That one touch sears through me, warm and grounding. It stays there as we move through the building to the private elevator.
I stand beside him, holding myself perfectly still. I can feel him watching me. Not just looking but really seeing. It’s like he knows exactly what I need and how much I’m falling apart inside.
The elevator dings, and the doors slide open to reveal the interior of the penthouse. His hand never strays from my back as we step inside. I pause in the living room as images from the other night tumble through my head. My heart hammers behind my ribs when he stops too.
“Are you really going to spank me?” I ask.
He turns toward me before stepping into my space and erasing the distance between us until it becomes necessary to tilt my chin to maintain eye contact. Both of his hands slide into my hair, cradling the back of my head.
“Yes, Lilah,” he murmurs. “I am.”
His lips tease my mouth as they brush over mine. Just when I sink into the caress, he pulls back.
“I promise that you’re going to enjoy every moment because I would never do anything that didn’t ultimately give you pleasure. Do you understand?”
I nod as heat explodes through me.
His fingers tighten slightly in my hair. “Words, lucky charm. I want you to use them.”
“Yes,” I whisper, my entire body trembling and on fire. “I understand.”
His mouth dips toward mine, and his lips graze my cheek. “Tell me, is that sweet little pussy sobbing for me right now?”
There’s no use pretending.
I chew on my bottom lip, cheeks blazing. “Yes.”
A low groan vibrates in his chest, and his eyes turn molten.
“Good,” he murmurs, releasing me slowly, letting his hands drop to his sides. “Now, go into the dining room and pull out one of the chairs for me.”
My knees weaken as I turn on shaky legs. Each step feels deliberate as I make my way to the table and pull out one of the high back chairs before standing behind it. My fingers twist nervously as I face the window.
