Chapter 16

• Her body clenches in anticipation while Annabelle's brain tells her to retreat quickly.
• “What I told you on Saturday—you do like to just fuck ’em and chuck ’em.” Her voice is quiet, for the temerity behind her words has faded with every step he gets to her.
• “I told you once I don’t take kindly to insults. You just did it again. For that alone you deserve to be taken over my knee,” his voice rings low with the unexpected threat that has her thighs clenching in expectant desire, and she's not a girl into that type of thing. And yet that type of thing with Nicholas, his hands on her, possessing her, pushing her to ride that fine line bordering between pleasure and pain—arouses her beyond coherence.