Chapter Eighty-Two. Jessie.
Jessie’s Point of View.
I suppress the smile that is threatening to consume my face when I see Diana gulp. Her pupils are taking over her irises, and the heated flush that is creeping up the column of her neck and tinging her cheeks, as her chest heaves. I would love to smile at her, tease her. But tonight, that is not the role I am playing. I know what my woman wants, what she needs. She wants me to be her master, a game we have played many times before, along with so many others.
The tiny down hairs that cover her arms stand on end, as her body becomes instantly aware of what I am about to do to it.
“I need a shower,” she tells me, rolling her eyes as she resists my order.
So, this is how she is going to play it: bratty, dirty Diana is in the building
