Sixty

Liam was already getting riled up and with good reason.

What the hell did she want?

Did she expect him to sleep on the floor with her on a mat.

“I’m your slave.” She replied. “But I can not sleep in a room befitting of a queen.”

“If you and Ace frequently sleep together on that wretched floor of yours then understand that I am not Ace.” Liam spat without thinking.

He winced at his own words and saw how she had become.

She drove him crazy.

She made him say things he had no intentions of saying and when he saw that he had hurt her, he wanted to pull her to him and kiss her and tell her he was sorry.

He had never been like this before with anyone else.

Why was she so stubborn? Why wouldn’t she just take what he offered to her.

She didn’t reply to his harsh words and his erection was driving him insane so he turned his back to her.

“Take the room I gave you.” He stated. “You will not work as a slave but I still own you.”

“I can not accept that offer.” She said. “I am your slave.