Wynter’s POV
I know this is a bad idea, I know he’s still grieving his wife, he told me as much last night, but right at this moment I’m struggling to care. I want what he’s offering, I want to feel his grip around my hair as he forces me to do whatever he wants.
Holding Connor’s gaze, I study him for a second, taking in the tick in his jaw as he waits, the unrelenting control he has over himself evident. I know he’s not bluffing, he will expect me to submit to him, but not until I give my agreement, acknowledge that I understand, and that I’m on board.
I lick my lips nervously as he waits, those piercing green eyes pinned to me, giving me time to decide, but I don’t need it, I already know my answer.
‘Yes’ I whisper, nodding, ‘I want you to continue . . ‘
Connor’s gaze turns almost f
