but neither was allowing her to bottle up everything. She needed an outlet—one
that didn’t require aggression, but, instead, was something that made her smile.
But I was too fucking busy to devote that kind of attention to her. I’d have to plan
something for her, but I had no fucking clue what.
Pulling her into my chest, I wrapped my arms around her and held her close,
inhaling her in and allowing my own raging heart to relent. I felt Jaden’s small
hands slowly reach around and place them at my back, permitting herself to melt
into me. I could feel her body begin to tremble slightly. She was scared—afraid of
how I’d punish her for running off like she did. In a way, it was a good start. She
was coming to fear the consequences of her actions, and that was the way it should
be. But first, I needed confirmation of something more important.
“Lift your dress,” I drawled into her ear.
On a deep breath, Jaden reached back for her skirting and slowly lifted the fabric
to her hips, giving me access to everything I wanted. Jaden kept her eyes low as I
gently reached into her panties, and much to my satisfaction, I found her wetter
than the fucking ocean.
I groaned with desire. “Oh, good girl,” I whispered unable to hide the lust and
approval in my voice as I rubbed her wetness slowly back and forth over her clit.
Jaden released a sharp breath, her teeth biting her lip as she tried to fight against
the pleasure. Her face began to flush, her breathing uneven as I brought her closer
and closer to the edge. She trembled at my touch as I spread her wider, teasing her
even more than I already was. Her knuckles were turning white from holding the
skirt up, and I had a feeling she was going to bite right through her lip if I didn’t
stop soon.
Leaning down, I kissed her mouth, forcing her head to tilt up and swallowing the
moan she released as I finally penetrated her hot core. Even around my finger, she
was still so tight. Much to Jaden’s muffled whimper of disappointment, I removed
my hand and licked my fingers clean of her delicious arousal as I gazed down at her,
beyond ready to finish what I started.
“Upstairs,” I ordered, jerking my head in the direction of the stairs. “Now.”
Jaden dropped her dress and immediately obeyed my order.
“Dismissed,” I said to her bodyguards and followed her. Jaden wouldn’t need
them for the rest of the day.
For the remainder of the night, I did something I thought I would never do. I
didn’t just fuck Jaden; I did what I might have actually considered making love. For
once, I was gentle with her body, kissing, caressing, worshiping every inch of her
until she was so lost in her own pleasure that she couldn’t even remember all the
horrible things I’d put her through in the last six months. Even I couldn’t
remember why I’d been so furious with her earlier; I was so lost in her perfect body.
She didn’t just respond favorably to the attention I was giving her, she’d
reciprocated, kissing me back, and actually pulled me to her rather than push me
away.
I gave her everything she wanted and more, for once, allowing her to forget
everything—who she was and what she was—and just drowning her in a night of
passion and lust. I’d even fed her myself; feeding her forkfuls of the dinner she’d
missed earlier until she pleaded with me that she was full. I, of course, insisted on
one last bite, which she complied with. And when it was well beyond into the night,
our bodies both spent and satisfied, Jaden curled up in her favorite little nook
against my shoulder and side and closed her eyes for the night, releasing a sleepy
sigh as she finally drifted off to sleep. For once, it wasn’t about asserting my
dominance to ensure she knew her place. It was just about pleasing her, and that
made me feel oddly … invigorated.
It gave me hope that she could become more than just complacent; she had the
potential to become happy. But I’d have to give her that happiness.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t agree with Jaden’s little test over me. I was bored
with her compliance. I enjoyed her resistance too much to beat it out of her
completely. All I really wanted from her was to fear and obey me when I needed her
to, fight me when I wanted her to, and love me with the same fierceness I shared
for her. Would I admit that to her now? No— wanted her to gain a better
understanding of what it meant to be obedient, to be mine. No more playing games.
She was lying if she thought she didn’t miss the fight either. She could deny
