Ruining Draco
The gun lay on the floor between us, the map on the screen flickered, and the toys waited in the corner.
"Curiosity," he murmured, his hand sliding down to the small of my back, pulling me flush against him so I could feel his arousal—a sharp, undeniable response to my gamble. "You're playing a very dangerous game with a man who has already decided to own you. You just kissed the man who holds the leash."
"Then stop holding it," I challenged, though my voice wavered, "and let's see what happens."
Draco’s eyes darkened, the pupils dilating until the blue was lost in the black. He scooped me up into his arms, ignoring the gun on the floor, and turned toward the center of the room.