Page 46 of Bruised MC Bear
“I’ll be right back,” he said coolly, getting to his feet.
Angel gripped on to his arm before he could stand. Axe reached over and pulled her into his lap as if she were light as paper. He ran his hand through her hair, leaving her weak and off balance as he grazed the back of his hand along her neck, and across her collarbone. She held her breath, stomach drawn in tight from the tingles along her skin. He moved his hand down and lightly brushed over her breast, sending another wave of heat through her body.
“Just say it,” Axe stated in a low, raspy growl. “You don’t have to belt out orders anymore…not with me.”
“I’ll stay.” Angel didn’t recognize that timid, vulnerable voice.
Axe let his hand drift down her body, stopping at her mound. “You couldn’t stay away if you tried. You should know that by now. I hope you understand that tonight, I will do anything I want with you. No limits. Tonight, I own you. And tomorrow, you can tell me whether or not you want to go back to being Mistress Angel.”
With Axe’s hands stroking her tender breasts and massaging her mound, her brain could hardly process a thing. Still, she did her best to weigh whether one night with Axe holding the reins could be such a horrible thing.
“Okay,” she uttered, biting back the groan of pleasure his hands instigated.
He pulled his hands away, and she was so tempted to grab them and place them right back on her body. “Okayis not the word I want to hear. Let’s try ‘Yes, Axe’, or ‘please, Axe’, and when I’m buried deep inside of you, ‘oh my fucking God, Axe’. Are we clear?”
Jesus, he was really going to make her pay, wasn’t he?
“Yes, Axe,” she repeated, certain he was doing this to make a point.
“Fine. I want you completely naked. I’ll be back.” He slid her off his lap and started toward the door with a wicked, sexy grin on his smug face.
Yes, he got his point across, all right.
