"Lie flat on the bed and spread your legs. Eyes on me! I want you to touch yourself!" he ordered, his voice low but sharp, laced with dangerous intent. His red eyes darkened, a flicker of something savage glinting beneath them—hot, commanding, and utterly unrelenting. There was no mistaking it. If she dared say no, if she hesitated, she would regret it.
Her eyes widened in alarm, her lashes trembling as her mouth fell slightly open in disbelief. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized he wasn't joking. There was no teasing smile, no gentleness—only command and expectation. He was serious.
"You have demands. I have demands of my own," he added, his voice lower now, like silk brushing a blade's edge.
