SLAVE TO YOUR LOVE
She swallowed hard, feeling too hot, too weak, all at once.
“If you want to be my pet, you must sit,” Andrey growled at her, daring her, commanding her. “Stay. Surrender.”
And the worst part was, she very nearly obeyed.
“I do appreciate the offer,” Addison whispered when she could speak, but she hardly heard her own voice, lost as it was in the thunder of her heartbeat, the shriek and clamor of the storm only gaining strength inside her. “But I think I’ll pass.”
She should’ve moved but she didn’t. She only stood there, paralyzed, as Andrey closed the distance between them and stretched an arm up, over his head, to brace himself against the doorjamb and look down directly into her face.