Amelie
“Show me.”
There were no more words needed, he knew what I wanted. He sat back on his haunches, his both hands went to grab my brèasts and he squeezed them hard. I whimpered as pain sparked from the marks he had left with that leather strip.
“You are playing a dangerous game, Duchess.” He said, his words deep and guttural.
“Stop trying to hide. Haven’t you done enough of it already.” I said as I arched my brèasts into his palms.
His eyes lifted from his hands to mine. “You are starting something you’ll regret.”
“I know what I want. It’s you who are afraid.” I licked my lips as I spoke the next words that I knew would get to him. “I know who you are, he told me everything.”
At the mention of Simon, his jaw clenched and once again his eyes turned cold. His grip on my brèasts mo
