“Playing coy?” he whispered softly, as his fingers tightened on her waist. Her desire took a bounding leap, and she jerked around.
He smiled at her fondly, enough that she blushed from the surprisingly tender moment. He pushed a lock of hair from her brow and raised her chin with a single finger, a condescending but familiar gesture that seemed more than anything to depict the Dominant submissive dynamic that ran their relationship. Though it was her stained past that forced her to stay, compulsions even more urgent than self-preservation were at work between the two. He’d won her sexually. She was smitten with the boy, with his youth, his brash, swaggering charm, and a darkness more dreadful than his father ever demonstrated. Though disturbing for its erratic feral nature, that darkness
