"And what if I don't?" I narrowed my eyes at her, my voice coming as a challenge. "What if I decide I'm done for the night?"
We both knew my words weren't sincere, especially when my hands were still fondling her breast.
But they hit their mark.
Alina's stiff smirk finally went loose, her face darkening with an expression I hadn't seen before.
"You're being too cruel today, Andrea," she replied.
Even through the haze of my own arousal, I could see she was tied to her sanity by a single, fraying thread.
A part of me, that buried, submissive streak, wanted to reach out and snip that thread just to see what kind of chaos her dominant nature would erupt.
But I pushed it aside.
This was the first time I'd seen Alina truly on the edge of her patience, and I wasn't ready to let her off the hook easily.
