~Elena~
I’m not calling you Daddy,” I said again, louder this time, even though my throat felt like it was closing up and my knees were already halfway to giving out. “I’m serious. You can’t just walk up here and say something like that and expect me to fold like some weak little..”
He tilted his head.
Jeez.
Because that look? That slow, smug, soul-destroying look?
It made my panties stick to my inner thighs like I’d been caught in the rain. Like someone poured hot syrup between my legs and told me to keep it there until I begged for mercy.
My wolf wasn’t helping. At all.
“You already folded,” she purred. “Look at you. One sentence from him and you’re wet enough to slide across the ring. Keep talking, little rabbit. Let’s see how far you fall.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you hate that y
