Chapter 62

‘You said I could do whatever I liked.’

And you can. But that doesn’t mean I have to participate or enjoy it.’

He tugged her hair back and stared into her insolent eyes. Anger flooded through him at the confirmation of the game she was playing. But he tempered it.

She wanted to play?

Nothing would give him greater pleasure.

And she would learn that whatever game she played with him, she would never win.

He released his hold on her and swept his fingers over her shoulders and down over her breasts, lightly pinching those gorgeous nipples, already hard with the arousal she wished to deny, in the way that had always made her moan.

There were no moans this time, but her lips parted a fraction, her cheeks heightening with colour. The defiance remained.

“Sit on the chair,” he commanded, indicating the armchair in the corner of the room.

“What?”

‘Sit on the chair. You said I could do whatever I liked, and what I would like is for you to sit on that chair.’

She swallowed, looking at the chair