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The traffic is light as I lean back enjoying the cool crisp air. Nickolai glances at me from the corner of his eye lingering on my chest and my ridiculously expensive padded bra with nothing underneath.
My breath hitches as he reaches across and places his hand on my knee squeezing gently, my hand clenching the door handle. My breath stopped as a disconcerting pleasure moved through me squeezing my thighs.
"I hope you stop defying me Emily, as your future husband and dom I will not tolerate it." The vibration of his voice causes me to ache and tremble all over clenching my thighs tighter.
"I will defy you all I want" shoving away his hand.
"Please don't do that again" he snapped returning his hand.
My eyes widened drinking him in, I have been around powerful attractive men all my life. My stepfather, José and Jethro but they lack something that Nickolai Carsarro had in abundance.
The ability to make my hair stand on end, everything about him spoke of trickery and guile.
I hated his power over me.
"Are you hungry? Because I am famished" turning the car into a small parking lot quite skillfully with just one hand.
"I am quite famished as well" which was the truth, I had not eaten anything expect Jose's delicious cookies.