Page 44 of Deadly Obsession

He pulls back and wraps his fingers around my wrists, and in a swift move that makes me yelp, he clutches them behind my back.

“What the hell, Elias?”

“Here’s what’s going to happen.”

I roll my eyes because the sweet moment of sharing is gone.

The Boss is back.

“First, I’m going to spank you for rolling your eyes at me just now. Not just once. I’m going to spank you until your ass is red, and you won’t be able to sit right for days.”

I suck in a sharp breath. My nipples harden through the soft fabric of my sweater and scrape against Elias’s chest. He glances down and smirks.

“You little slut. You like the sound of that, don’t you?”

“Not as much asmetying you to a chair backwards and putting a gag in your mouth soIcan be the one to spank you.”

Elias groans, and he frees a hand to pinch one of my nipples. I buck in his lap and grind my pussy over his hardening cock beneath me.

“Second, I’m not going to fuck you tonight.”

“What?”

“We’ve fucked plenty. Tonight? I’m going to make love to you. Worship you like the queen that you are. You are mine. My Reine. My queen.”

“That’s what Reine means? Queen?”

“It does, and I knew you were a queen ever since I saw you punch the man who groped you without an ounce of remorse.”

“So, you speak French?”

“Some. Bare minimum. What’s needed for business dealings.”

Elias skims his mouth over my neck while continuing to pinch and pull my nipple through my top. Thankfully, the bruises from Chase choking me weren’t too bad and have already faded. Same with the mark on my cheek when he backhanded me.

“Stop distracting me, Ma Chérie,” he says, moving his hand to my hair.

He clutches the strands and tugs, allowing him to suck on my neck. I squirm in his lap because I donotwant a hickey. Especially when I leave for my parents’ place the day after tomorrow. But my attempt to break free of this man fails and it only causes him to suck harder.

Marking me.

The fucker.

“After I’ve made you come, I’ll make you come again. And again. That pussy is going to hurt tomorrow, and it’ll remind you to never lie to me again. Because once I’ve fucked the last orgasm out of you, when you’re near comatose from pleasure, you’re going to tell me why you’re using a fake name and who you’re running from.”

Oh. Shit.

I don’t have time to panic because Elias lifts me off his lap and we stand. He wraps his hand around my wrist and leads me to his bedroom.

“Elias…”

“No, Reine. After,” he says. “All I want to hear from that dirty little mouth are moans and whimpers or the words ‘yes,’ ‘sir,’ or ‘fuck me harder, Boss.’”

Boss.

He hated the nickname when I first called him that. Now he’s begging me to use it.

This man infuriates me. He takes control, something I’ve refused to let another man do to me since leaving Chase. But this is different. Elias… cares. About my safety. Mypleasure.