Page 50 of Filthy Savage
I grip on to his arm before he can stand. Axe reaches over and pulls me into his lap as if I’m light as paper. He runs his hand through my hair, leaving me weak and off balance as he grazes the back of his hand along my neck, and across my collarbone. I hold my breath, stomach drawn in tight from the tingles along my skin. He moves his hand down and lightly brushes over my breast, sending another wave of heat through my body.
“Just say it,” Axe states in a low, raspy order. “You don’t have to belt out orders anymore…not with me.”
“I’ll stay.” I don’t recognize that timid, vulnerable voice.
Axe lets his hand drift down my body, stopping at my mound. “You couldn’t stay away if you tried. You should know that by now. I hope you understand that tonight, I’ll 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 my tender breasts and massaging my mound, my brain can hardly process a thing. Still, I do my best to weigh whether one night with Axe holding the reins can be such a horrible thing.
“Okay,” I utter, biting back the groan of pleasure his hands instigate.
He pulls his hands away, and I’m tempted to grab them and place them right back on my 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’s really going to make me pay, isn’t he?
“Yes, Axe,” I repeat, certain he’s doing this to make a point.
“Fine. I want you completely naked. I’ll be back.” He slides me off his lap and starts toward the door with a wicked, sexy grin on his smug face.
Yes, he gets his point across, all right.
