“I will never go to your house, why should I do as you say?"
The moment she repeated those words again, the air in the room grew heavy. Hunter grew impatient with her constant refusal disobedient. He was getting angry now. For a long moment, the silence was thick, broken only by her nervous breath.
“You,” he said in a low voice, almost amused, “are the only one who has ever dared to disobey me this much. Continuously. Over and over. Do you know what that makes you?”
She swallowed hard, refusing to look away from him. “What does it make me?”
His lips curved into something that wasn’t a smile. “It makes you totally mine. Because no one else has ever had the courage…or the stupidity…to test my patience the way you do. And patience is not something I have in abundance, little dove. Don’t
