"Get on your knees, Nyra," he growled, his voice low and rough-like velvet over steel. The sound of it scraped down my spine, sending a shiver straight to my core.
His arms snaked around my waist as he pulled me flush against his chest, the heat of him searing through the silk of my dress. His breath brushed my neck-hot, possessive-before his teeth grazed my earlobe.
I didn't flinch.
"I'm not a dog, Russo," I hissed, turning my head just enough to catch his gaze. "I don't take orders."
He chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling through his chest and vibrating against my back. Amused. Dangerous.
"Don't test me, dove. You won't like what happens when I lose control."
I smirked.
And then turned slowly in his arms, meeting his eyes with fire in mine.
"Get on your knees."
He blinked-once. Confused. And maybe just a little intrigued.
"That's a hell of a demand coming from you, little dove," he murmured, voice dipping even lower.
I leaned in, lips barely brushing his jaw.
"If you want me..." I whispered, letting my words hang in the air like smoke,
"...then get on your knees and beg for me, Russo."
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