Price For Submission

is face tense as he watched the security monitors, tracking every movement on the estate's perimeter. The silence

iams. I couldn't get the image of him out of my head-the cold command in his eyes, the way he'd ordered me to strip, the way he had claimed me without hesitatio

m immediately, his broad shoulders seeming even more imposing in the confined space. His eyes, dark and int

wled at Carmen, not taking his eyes of

he wasn't safe. They've

n the sight of me sitting there, vulnerable and on edge. He stalked toward me, and I could

o meet his gaze. "What's happening out ther

swept over me, lingering on my face, and then dropping lower, to the blue dress he'd made me wear. There was something

he said finally, his voice low and rou

me. "How can you expect me to sit here and pretend

rist, pulling me closer to him. His grip was firm but not painful, an

voice a dangerous whisper. "You belong to me. And

o back down. "I'm not some pup

is expression-something darker, more raw. His hand loosened around my wrist, but instead of le

w, almost seductive. "I want you to realize that fighting me is

o give in. My body betrayed me, leaning ever so slightly into him, draw

ouldn't-give him

re delusional if you think I'll ever just accept th

m. I could see the battle playing out in his mind-he wanted to dominate, to

s well as you think," he said, h

fusing to show weakn

ared his throat, reminding us of the chaos hap

ension between them. Whatever was happening outside was

is isn't over," he said quietly, his voice thick with wa

and headed for the door, Carmen following close behind. But b

d, his voice firm. "Do

e said enough. Williams gave a small, almost imper

s cold, but my skin was burning, still tingling from where he had touched me. Despite everythi

let him win.

atever enemies Williams was facing, they weren