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"You-" Her voice catches and she swallows hard. "You told my friends we're marrieda-and you didn't even ask me."

"I did… and then we both sat there and watched as they openly declared their love and affection for each other, making you so upset, that you had to leave. And when you came back, I could tell you'd been crying." My eyes roam her face greedily, seeing her bite her lip. She looks nervous. Unsure. "Why won't you tell me you love me?" My voice comes out rough as I wait her out.

My breath hitches as every cell in my being cries out for her. Her touch, her scent, just a look from her.

She owns me, and she knows it. Her lips quiver as my eyes stay on hers, but I still won't touch her. Instead, I put an arm above her head against the window, bracketing her in.

"I need to hear it," I grit into her ear, my voice is tortured because I'm dying as my soul bleeds for this woman. "I need to hear it from your lips."

She lets out a whimper, clasping her hands together to stem the trembling that's begun to take over her body, and I stand there eating it up. Every tremor. The silence grows between us, and after a minute, I turn my head slightly in displeasure; the action a clear, deliberatepower move that affects her greatly. Leaning down, I run my nose along her temple, my breaths making little tendrils of her hair tickle her face.

"Say it. Why can't you tell me what we both know?"

Isobel flinches at my harsh tone, and in reaction, I harden to the point I wince, seeing the pretty skin of her chest break out into goosebumps. She bites back a moan, letting me know that she's flooded her panties, and I wonder if the wetness slicks down her thighs. As I raise to my full height, my head tilts back, keeping her gaze steady with mine. Still seeing fear.

However, it's not rejection.

And it calms me.

"So stubborn," I say."Very well.If you don't tell me with your mouth, then I'm going to make your body tell me." I look down my nose at her.

She panics, turning to walk away but I reach out and snatch her up roughly by her arm, yanking her back and pushing her against the window hard. "King-" she gasps.

My dick twitches at the sight of her eyes going wide. I'm about to make her submit to me in ways that she isn't even capable of understanding. If she couldn't look at me before, after sex, she's really not going to be able to look at me now.

"If you don't tell me you love me, then that means you're living in my house, taking my name, and fucking me no better than a whore. And so, since you want to be a whore, I'm about to fuck you like one."

"Wait-" she yelps as I fist my hand in her hair and begin to drag her to the side wall where there's a connecting door to her bedroom. I push her through, and her head swivels, confused as to how we got in here.

"I'mdone waiting. Take your clothes off. Leave your wedding ring on." Showing her I mean business, I begin to strip out of my own clothes. "Get on your bed."

Isobel's eyes widen."Hendrix-"

I take a step into her, looking down my nose at her trembling body. God she's so sweet with her pissed off attitude. It gives her skin this sensual, rosy glow. There's a touch of heat rising off her skin that's addicting, and unable to help myself I raise my hand and place it gently on her chest, sliding up to her neck. Our eyes meet, and for just a moment she looks frozen, innocent, like a deer caught in headlights.

But I know better… she's my little hellion.

Wetting my lips I caress her pulse with my thumb ever so gently.

"Obey me."

Chapter twenty-three

Every Right

It's hours later, and we've been fucking for way too long.

I'm sure he was trying to make it to where I couldn't talk, but the minute he took his hand away from my mouth after I lashed out at him for telling me to 'obey,' he decided that was time for me to learn my lesson about insinuating he was some sort of master.

But he's wrong; Iama slave to him.

"You had no-"gasping, I tense up as King thrusts hard inside me,"right."I grit out through my teeth as he begins a slow, pounding pace I fear is meant to punish me.

As he stares into my eyes I notice that his are hardened, cold, as he busies himself battering his flesh into my body. Thanks to his admirations in my office earlier, I'm wet, and the glide is smooth and easy. My body is covered in slight bruises, love bites. Small welts mar my ass cheeks where he's spanked me, turning my flesh a dusky pink.

The way King takes me so unapologetically is the sexiest thing I've ever,everhad the privilege of experiencing. Though, even being fucked like this I need to be heard, need to know that I'm not taking it lying down.

Even though I am. Quite literally.