Page 57 of Dirty Husband
Her eyes fill with interest. "How rough?"
I don't answer her. Or touch her. Not yet. "Is that what you want, princess? Do you want to find out? Do you want me to order you onto your knees right here? To order you to open your pretty mouth so I can fuck it?"
Her chest heaves with her inhale. Her skin flushes pink. Then red.
"Or maybe you want me to pull your hands over your head. To pin you to the wall so you're helpless to resist as I split you in half."
"I…"
"What do you want, princess?" I'm done playing. I'm going to have her. On these terms. "It's a yes or no question. Do you want to come?"
Chapter Sixteen
Jasmine
Do you want to come?
My sex clenches. My lips part. My fingers curl into my purse.
My body screamsyes, yes, yes.More, more, more.
I want everything Shep offered. All of it. All at once. I want his hands on my wrists. I want his body sinking into mine. I want him issuing dirty demands.
Something inside me wakes up. Some part of me that's been seeking attention for a long, long time. I've never played games like this before. I've barely allowed myself to consider them. Only when I heard rumors about Shep.
Even then, it was about him. I wondered what he wanted now. If he'd always wanted control. If he'd want to tie me to his bed.
Sure, the thought of his hands on my wrists made my sex clench, but I told myself it was something else. Memories of him. Loneliness.
Anything but a desire to be dominated.
I'm an independent woman. An independent woman from a country that's still under the thumb of an imperialist regime. In a place where everyone assumes Asian women are sex maniacs or docile housewives.
I can't want this. It goes against everything I believe.
But I do.
Right now, with his blue eyes fixed on me, and his voice low and deep—
Right now, I know. It's not simple curiosity. It's not memories of Shep taking my virginity.
It's the fire in his eyes. The threat in his posture. The heft in his voice.
I want him dominating me. I want it so badly.
"Yes," I breathe.
Am I being smart or foolish? Is it better to make him suffer from this pent-up desire or better to get what I want?
Holding out is stubborn. Giving in…
"Come here." His fingers curl around my wrist. It's a different touch than usual. Hard. Aggressive. Sexy as all hell.
He grips me tightly as he reaches around the coat check's half-door and unlocks it. He nearly drags me through it. Nearly pins me to the wall.
Then he releases me. Closes both halves of the door. Clicks the lock.
We're in a small room with a sparse silver rack. It's May. An especially warm day. Not many coats to check.
