“Don’t you dare lie to me, petal.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You were working up to it.”
She lifted her chin. “So what if I did leave them behind?”
“You know, it’s considered rude to spy on people.”
Narrowing her eyes, she set her jaw. Oh, she was playing at being defiant. I couldn’t stop the smirk that twisted my lips.
“It’s considered cheating to be with someone other than your wife.”
“Did I fuck him?”
“N-no.”
“Did he fuck me?”
“No... ”
“Then how exactly did I cheat on you?”
“You were naked and—”
“And what, petal?”
“Aroused.”
“And thinking of you.”
Her breath left her in a whoosh.
“That’s right. How does it make you feel, knowing as I did those things, I imagined I was doing them to you? That it was your back I whipped. Your submission I craved.”
Her eyes went glassy, her flush deepening. Fucking hell, yes. I knew that look. She would be panting for me soon.
“You wanted it to be you, didn’t you?”
Taking her lush bottom lip between her teeth, she flicked her gaze away, diverting her attention to the crackling fire in the hearth.
“Petal. Look at me.” My voice was stern, commanding, and the need that slammed into me when she instantly obeyed had me damn near vibrating.
“Answer. Me.”
“Y-yes, my lord.”
She was perfect. And mine.
It was time I proved it to both of us.
“Take off your clothes.”
“Pardon?”
“Do not make me repeat myself.”
Her fingers trembled as she lifted her jumper over her head and then shimmied out of her skirt. While my petal was small, she was still gracefully curvaceous. A tiny waist, only emphasized by mouth watering teardrop-shaped breasts and hips that flared out in a soft swell. I’d wager if she turned around for me, her arse would be a perfect heart shape.