SIGRID

Goddess, this forceful, dominant Silas—so masculine and impulsive—was turning me on way too much.

“Silas, you’re being irrational, I just had dinner…” I found myself even explaining, my heart pounding faster.

“You took too long for just a dinner. You brought back another slave passed out, and then returned with that woman. Did you do it with both of them? Or more? Did you let them touch you?”

Danger dripped from his words as his head dipped into my neck, inhaling deeply, searching my skin for traces of other scents.

“With no one, damn it, I didn’t do it with anyone…”

“Prove it.”

“What?…” My breath quickened. I started to get nervous. What the hell?! I needed to resist!

“How… how can I prove it to you? I already gave you my word, obey…”

“No.” He flat-out refused, this rebellious slave.

A second later, his hand on my waist started sliding over my stomach, his mouth placing soft, wet kisses along the side of my neck where my pulse pounded wildly.

“I want to make sure you’re not ly