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“But you wanted to.”
He’s right again. How annoying. I turn and scowl at him. “Doesn’t mean you can drive me to wherever it is you have in mind.”
“Hmm.” He taps a blunt fingernail against the steering wheel. He might as well have placed it against my engorged clit. One touch and I’d explode. I squeeze my thighs together. His shoulder muscles flex, and I’m sure he noticed my action, but he doesn’t draw attention to it. “I am going to drive you out of here because it’s an unsafe neighborhood. I’ll also never mention this conversation again, if that’s what you want.”
I could ask him why I should believe him, but I know instinctively. If I asked, he’d never again bring up this possible exploration of a part of me I’ve been curious about. I could set it as aside as a brush with a lifestyle which intrigued me, but which wasn’t for me or... I could indicate I was a willing partner in understanding what it means to be a submissive.
“Would it”—I clear my throat—“would it include whips and chains?”
There’s surprise on his face, then he chuckles. “Not unless that’s what you want. And if we both agree that it's in your best interest.”
“My best interest?”
“Always, Raven.”
“So you think marrying me is in my best interest?”
“I think you’re too good for me. But I’m selfish enough to want you for myself.”
“Oh.” My heart flutters.
"I also think you’re a brat who needs to be spanked.”
I gape at him. "Did you call me a brat?"
"You trying to deny what you said back there wasn’t designed to get me angry enough to punish you?”
The hard edge of his voice sends another spurt of liquid heat through my veins.
When I don’t reply, he nods. “That’s what I thought.”
I glance away, then back at him. "Is now when you tell me you’re the one who’s going to bring me in line?"
"I’d certainly enjoy doing it."
I look between his eyes. His gaze is an expanse of blue, which is so bright it could consume me.
"I still don’t know you."
"You know me better today that you did yesterday."
"What are you saying?"
"Have you given more thought to my proposal?"
Of course, he answers my question with another of his own. This man… His arrogance should piss me off, and it does, but his assertiveness is also a turn on. "You always sound so sure of yourself,” I murmur. Mainly because I don’t want to answer his question. If I tell him I’ve been considering his proposal, then he’ll probe for an answer, and I’ll have to reveal I'm no closer to making a decision. I don’t want to appear as being indecisive, in contrast to his self-assuredness.
Something in his eyes fades. "I’ve learned I may not always be right." He scowls through the windshield. His shoulders are locked. The tendons of his neck stand out in relief. Is he referring to a mistake he made in his past?
"Quentin—" I begin, but he cuts me off.
"Do you want me to make a decision for you? Is that it?"
"What do you mean?" I ignore the excitement that ripples under my skin at the notion of him deciding for me.
"You give me the impression that you want to agree, but your ego is stopping you, so let me spell it out for you, Raven." He turns to me. "You don’t have a choice but to go through with this."
"I… don’t?"
