HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 161

Meadow’s POV:

Alaric didn’t stop touching me. Not even while he was driving. His large, firm hand remained on my thigh during the entire ride back.

Feeling a sense of naughtiness overcome me, I took his hand and pulled it toward my core slowly.

Alaric clicked his tongue, refusing to take his eyes off the road. “Baby,” he murmured darkly. “You don’t want to go down that road. I promise you.”

“Why?” I whispered, biting my lip as I stared at his sharp – jawline. “You scared you’ll get distracted and get us into an accident?”

“Scared?” he scoffed. His jaw ticked, grip tightening around my thigh. “I know what you’re doing, Meadow” he said, and when he turned to glance at me, his eyes darkened with lust. “I’ll advise you to stop if you’re not ready to see it through.”

A thrill shot through my core, but instead of pulling back, I decided to push even further. Spreading my thighs open, I pulled on his hand again. “Good thing I never listen to you, then.”

Alaric growled, his jaw clenching harder as he turned to glance at me again with a narrowed gaze. We were almost home, but something told me Alaric wasn’t going to let my words slide.

He proved me right when he yanked on my thigh, spreading it even wider. “Not enough,” he said smoothly, and then he raised my thigh and hooked it over his. So now I was halfway across the console with my thigh on top of his. “Better,” he murmured with satisfaction.

My core throbbed with want as Alaric reached for my core, and then froze.

“You don’t have panties on?” His voice was tight.

He was surprised, and he had every single right to be.

When Alaric agreed to take me back to the house to see the tether room, he asked me to get dressed-panties on, bra on, matching set preferably. He’d walked out of the apartment to give me space while waiting for me.

I almost did it-Got dressed in matching underwear like he wanted —but after a few minutes of thinking, I decided not to. I decided to disobey him.

I wanted him to get mad, annoyed. I wanted him to punish me.

“No,” I whispered, watching him carefully.

He retracted his hand, taking it up to his jaw and rubbing along the skin like he was trying to rein something in—his control, maybe, or his anger. He definitely looked angry.” Meadow,” he started, keeping his voice calm. “I thought I asked you to put on some underwear.””You did,” I murmured, avoiding his stare.

“So, why is your pussy bare, Meadow?”

A chill shot down my spine at the sound of his voice. It was heavily laced with tust, but his tone remained stern.

His grip on the steering wheel tightened, and his hand found my thigh again, rubbing faint lines and circles along the skin.

“.. wanted you to punish me,” I admitted, shivering. “For being naughty.”

Even though he wasn’t harsh with his tone, I still felt like did something really wrong. A wave of guilt washed over me like I shouldn’t have tried to deliberately push him.

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