Page 62 of Broken Discipline
I glanced around at the cold, concrete-gray walls. Everything was rigid, just like Finn. Controlled, complete,strict.The only color was in the kids’ bedroom, like it was the heart of the home. Everything else was like a protective fortress.
And that’s when it hit me: it represented him, and his love for us.
There’s never been anyone else, but you. I’ve always wanted you.
A gut instinct inside of me whispered that it had been much longer than I could imagine for Finn. Almost like he had been planning this entire arrangement foryears.Long before I had stepped foot into Opulent Gates. Almost as if he had watched me back in Oakmont.
Finn called the nanny. She popped out of the playroom.
“Make sure the kids are occupied. No one is to come into this room until I give the signal,” he said. She disappeared, closing the door behind her. My stomach fluttered. There was always so much anticipation riding between us. When Finn wanted something, he got it.
My eyes met his, and my insides burned with molten heat. Everything about him was confident, even his control of me.
“On your knees,” he said.
I slid down to my knees before him. Iwantedto obey. His blue eyes washed over me, and he bent slightly, rubbing his thumb over my chin. He was so tall right then, like an other-worldly god coming down from paradise to take me, a mere mortal, back with him to the heavens. My stomach clenched, my eyes never leaving his.
“What are you wearing under that robe?” he asked, his voice low and full.
I bit my bottom lip. “Nothing,” I whispered.
“Take it off.”
I pulled the strings at my waist, then let it fall into a pile around my legs. For once, my insecurities didn’t drown me. His fiery gaze consumed me, and I wasn’t Ramona with the messed up stomach or faded scars on her arms. I was just me. And Finnwantedme.
Finn gave me a knowing nod, and I knew what he wanted: I put my hands behind my back. He sat down, adjusting the dining room chair so that he was directly in front of me. His focus was glued to me like he intended to enjoy every single inch of his prize.
“You are so beautiful, Ramona,” he whispered. Buthetook my breath away: his hands on his knees, his blue eyes pinning me in place, those lips full and taunting, surrounded by his masculine beard, his dominance spread across the chair. Like he could kill his enemies and fuck me without breaking a sweat.
He shifted one of his boots forward until it was between my legs. The steel toe rubbed against my bare skin. I flushed from head to toe, but I didn’t turn away.
“You’ve always loved a man in boots, haven’t you, baby?” he asked.
My heart twisted at the wordbaby. No one had ever called me that before, not even back in Oakmont. But with Finn, it was so casual, and yet so undeniably us.
“How did you know about the boots?” I asked.
He cupped my cheek, locking eyes with me. “I notice everywhere you look, baby. I know everything about you.”
I nuzzled against his palm, my skin on fire, knowing that even if I was on my knees, he was enraptured by me.
“Fuck my boot,” he ordered. “Grind your dirty little pussy on it until you come. Like you want my shoe more than my dick.”
“But—”
His grip tightened on my chin in warning, and I fell silent.
“Ramona, Ramona, Ramona. Show me you can be a good girl. I know you want to,” he said.
I swallowed down the saliva at the back of my throat, embarrassment blooming across my face. The act was lowering myself to the level of dirt, the ground underneath his shoes, like a mere peasant in front of a king.
And yet I wanted to do it.
I inched my hips forward, ready to obey. He smirked. “Good. Make yourself come for me.”
My skin rippled with goosebumps, completely exposed, while Finn was clothed in a shirt and jeans. He lifted the toe of his boot again, rubbing against my wet folds. He was so damn hot in boots, full of power and masculinity, like he could literally stomp his enemies until they were mashed into the ground.
From the outside, it looked like he had the power, but it wasn’t that simple. He always fought for control over me, but in the end, Igavehim that power.
