Chapter 65

Ryan

Amelia is down on her knees while her hands are on my hips, thumbs digging into my v-muscles. Those innocent eyes flicker up to mine, her eyelashes perfectly framing her inexperience.

"So, what do you say?" I ask darkly.

She breathes her reply. "Do I even have a choice?"

My lips curl. "Not really."

I reach down. Amelia stiffens at my first touch, letting out a shuddering sort of breath as I arrange her how I want her—trapped between me and the wall. Her bent knees clasp, and her head tips back.

Her eyes are insecure, and I tilt my head. Dominating her and making her mine is my deep, dark desire, but I can't have her hating me for it. I have to make sure this is okay.

"Are you afraid?" I ask.

Amelia shakes her head but then bites down onto her lower lip, suddenly seeming vulnerable. A hundred fleeting thoughts seem to run through that head of hers.

"Is there a safe word?" She asks.

My lips quirk higher.