John was indeed done with waiting, on more than one account. He had allotted her time to cope, as he believed she would come to him on her own. Yet, suddenly, whether she had come to terms with the truth about him was irrelevant. Days of him patiently waiting for her to make up her mind had already driven him mad with lust, but to see her so exquisitely dressed, had completely pushed him beyond the constraints of his control.
“Angel, I will not ask again. You heard my command. Do it, now.”
His tone was forceful, leaving no room for misinterpretation of the severity of punishment if she didn't comply. Whatever poisonous lies she had spoken to herself, that kept him at arm's length he would eradicate. For her benefit, she obeyed. She turned and leaned forward, her face uplifted, and their
