Five Fingers Off

Seline

"I don't think I'll ever want you to hit me. Especially not like that." I eyed him carefully.

He chuckled darkly, his eyes shimmering. "We'll see."

I felt the butterflies in my stomach throw a minute-long sour party. I hated this. This sudden attraction. A recipe for disaster. Without warning, he straightened, looming over me inconspicuously. I flushed, wondering what the hell was going on in his mind. I was trained to be ready for any attack, whatsoever, and that Ferrara was worse than Lucifer himself when meting out punishments. But so far, aside from the spanking in the bathroom, he'd been civil with me. Allowing me speak... allowing me negotiate these little things Jax told me I'd never have a say in. It was frightening. A slave was never allowed to speak her mind. She could be killed for it, but here I was. Still alive after flaring up at the vampire supreme leader.

I gulped.

“Done with the food, pet?” he asked, gesturing at the platter in front of me. I nodded quickly as