Page 37 of Whisper

My breath catches. “What rules?”

“I give the orders,” he says, voice dark and absolute. “And you obey.”

The world tilts. Heat floods me, sharp and dizzying.

This is it.

The fantasy I’ve never spoken aloud.

The one with leather and iron and blood-soaked sand.

A warrior strong enough to take.

A man who commands.

“Are you always this bossy?” I whisper, trying to breathe past the knot in my throat.

His mouth curls into a feral smile. “If you thought I was bossy before, you have no idea what I’m like when I fuck.”

The words melt through me like lava. My knees weaken. My pulse slams behind my ribs.

He braces one palm against the wall beside my head, leaning in until his breath ghosts over my ear.

“Last chance, Eliza.”

I shake my head. Quick. Shallow.

I’m not stopping this.

Not now. Not when he’s touched a part of me no one else ever has.

Something fierce flashes in his eyes—dark, possessive, hungry.

Without a word, he grabs my waist and lifts me like I weigh nothing, pinning me to the wall, my feet dangling, helpless.

The display of strength, the sheer ease with which he moves me exactly where he wants me, lights a fire in my blood.

This is the fantasy. Not soft. Not sweet. Just raw, undeniable power.

He crashes his mouth onto mine again, and this time I don’t just lose myself—I give in. Completely.

His hands are everywhere—buried in my hair, gripping my hips, flattening me against the wall like he’s marking territory. I feel every line of him—every hard muscle, every taut inch—his cock pressed thick and unmistakable against my belly.

When his mouth drags to my neck, my body arches into him. A soft moan escapes—high, desperate, unguarded.

The sound snaps something in him.

He growls against my skin and lifts me higher, my legs wrapping around his waist. The hard jut of him grinds between my thighs, right where I need it.

“Bedroom or here?” His voice is a rasp against my throat. “Your choice. Last one you’ll get tonight.”

My breath stutters. “Is that possible?”

His mouth curves into a wicked smile, teeth flashing like a predator who’s already caught his prey.

“Darling,” he murmurs, “you have no idea how I loveto fuck.”

The vulgar promise paired with the casual endearment makes my whole body clench.