🦋 ALTHEA
His jaw tightened, his hand coming to an agonizing halt at my refusal to beg for it. Disappointment stabbed me right at the core, but I refused to falter. My smile widened, even if I wanted to grimace.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
His expression hardened, and I watched his pride and desire clash. Then he rose. "Your wish is my command, then," he ground out, pulling me back onto my feet with a single, sharp tug.
I felt Zyra's surprise. "He actually didn't take it."
I swallowed my frustration, dulling the ache of want. All I had to do was say that I wanted him to fuck me, but a line had been drawn in the sand from the moment he forced me onto the bed while he took the floor.
The line was drawn. He wanted me to crawl. I wanted him to crack. We were two starving predators circling the same kill, each waiting for the other to admit they were famished.
