Page 86 of Indulge
He blows out a breath, his fingers digging into my ass through my dress. “Are you prepared to do exactly as I say?”
His eyebrow arches, daring me to push back. He tips my chin up, forcing my gaze to his.
“I–I can try.”
He shakes his head, tightening his grip on my face. “Not good enough.”
I frown, my bottom lip popping out. “What’s up, Reggie? Not used to being told what to do?”
I jab my finger into his chest, grinning. “I want to press all your buttons. That’s why you want me, isn’t it?”
He presses his palm over my hand, and for a second, I think he’s going to kiss me.
He doesn’t.
Instead, he slides his fingers between mine, tugging me through the crowd without a word. His silence is a command, and every step toward the exit makes my pulse climb higher.
By the time we reach the car, the air between us is so tight it feels like a live wire. He opens the door for me, waits until I’m inside, then circles to the driver’s seat.
The engine growls to life.
Still—no words.
Just that tense, unreadable expression that has me squirming in my seat.
I try to ignore the ache of disappointment building in my chest. Maybe I misread it. Maybe tonight was just another tease in his endless game of control.
“Irish…” I trail off.
“Yes, Bella?”
“D-do you only want me now because Rowan does?”
Then he takes a sudden turn off the main road, down a dark side street. My breath catches.
“Where are we?—”
He cuts the headlights. “Shh.”
He presses his finger against my lips.
“I wanted you from the damn second I laid eyes on you. I ached for you, and I have every day since. I’ve buried my feelings, my needs, thinking I was saving you from me. Protecting our marriage, when all it was doing was destroying us before we even got a chance, Bella.”
I suck in a shaky breath.
“So no. Seeing you with Rowan, it fucking cut me. Not because I was angry. Not at you, but at myself for it not being me on my knees for you.”
“Jesus, Reggie. I thought you didn’t want me, like, at all.”
“There’s a lot you will learn about me, baby.”
The words are soft, but his hand isn’t when it closes around my throat and drags me across the console. Our lips are a breath apart.
“My brother might have had a taste of you, but I fully intend to show you what you’ve been missing, Princess.”
My body shivers at his words. What the hell can he do to me?
“You want this, with me?” he asks.
