𝐃é𝐟𝐢 𝐌𝐨𝐢

𝟑𝟗 | 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬

"Say something," Rachel whined as I swiped the key card to unlock our hotel room. "You can't just ignore me like this."

I was not ignoring her. I was—I'm not sure—angry or upset... I mean, how can a guy other than myself leave her stunned?

Okay, maybe it was a little harsh; she was still a human being, and just because she was mine doesn't mean she cannot find other men appealing. That is human behaviour.

But I am also a person, and sure, I feel jealous a lot. That's why I chose to keep my mouth shut the entire journey back to the hotel, despite Rachel's attempts to get me to chat. 

"Nicolas." Her eyes trailed me when we entered the suite, and she closed the door behind us before I placed the key card into its holder. "At least look at me."

"Why should I?" Did I just pout?

"Aw," she cooed while giving my butt a slap. "You're cute when you sulk."

I turned to her and glared. "I am not cute."

"Noted." She raised her palms in defense. "But I was just trying to see how you'd react in that club. I was pretending to enjoy it, I swear."

"Well, you got what you wanted." I shrugged. "Happy now?"

She sucks her teeth before taking a step toward me. "Keep behaving like that, and I might go back to that club again, this time alone."

My hands tightened, and I took a step toward where she stood. "What did you say?"

Her eyes sparkled. "Finally, a reaction."

"Repeat your words." I say through my teeth. "I dare you, Rachel Wang."

Her lips move slightly upward. "I said that I would go back and-hey!"

I flip her around, twisting her arm on her back and pressing my body into her. "Let's see if you can even walk when I am done with you tonight."

"Nicolas!" She yelped as my teeth nipped her ear in a harsh bite.

"Remember when I told you about not wanting to see me jealous?" My free hand grips her ass and gives it a squeeze, eliciting a gasp from her mouth.

I push her away before she turns around to look at me; her chest rises and falls rapidly.

"Panties off, Feisty."

Desire forms in her eyes, and her eyelids become heavy. But there was something else that was new—a dangerous anticipation about what I'd do to her—and I was enjoying these reactions from her.

When I saw the flicker of hesitation in her form, I closed the gap between us and placed a gentle and promising kiss on her mouth. "You don't want me to repeat, baby; I know that."

She dips her hands across the edge of her dress slowly, sliding down the hidden red lace below to her thighs and then knees.

"That's it," My focus tracks the material being pulled from her legs until she removes it altogether. "My gorgeous, obedient girl."