Sweet Dreams
Instead, I’m kneeling in the middle of his penthouse, breathless, soaked through the lace I chose specifically to piss him off crimson red, not black which he had asked for.
He hates red!
“Clause 9, you challenged it.”He murmurs, voice smooth like aged whiskey.
“Technically, I negotiated it.” I say dryly as I lift my chin meeting his eyes, he grins wickedly as he stared me down.
Fuck that grin!
It’s the kind that says he’s already won, even when he’s still deciding how he’ll make me beg.
“You’re not very good at surrendering are you counselor.”He drawls out saying almost smirking.