The second and final instalment in Jeana E. Mann’s intriguing new tale of power and seduction is out this week, and I have a little sneak peek for you.
“What do you want from me, Everly?” Henry yanks on his tie and slowly slides the tails through the knot. “Tell me. And be specific.”
“Respect. Trust. Security.” My words are confident, but inside, I’m shaking. Men have never made me nervous, but this one—he’s so much more than I’m used to.
“You already have my respect. I trust you—to an extent, or you wouldn’t be here. As for security? On my honor, you’re safe as long as you follow my rules.” Another step brings the tips of his shoes to the toes of my pumps. “What else?”
“Umm…” The spicy musk of his cologne distracts my thoughts. No man should smell that good—clean, masculine, and primal. I retreat until the wall hovers at my back. His steps ghost mine, keeping the distance between us negligible.
“Do you trust me, Everly? Do I have your respect?” The angle of his head casts one side of his face in shadow.
“Those things have to be earned, and right now, I’m not sure where your loyalties lie.” He’s going to punish me again. The thought weakens my knees. I’m not ready. Not after the way he dominated me last night and the locked door incident of this afternoon. Yet, I can’t stop thinking about how good his weight will feel on top of me. My attention dips to his mouth, full and sensual with lips made for kissing.
“My loyalties lie with Androvia, my subjects, and my wife. In that order.” His pupils dilate, darkening his eyes until I can see my reflection in their depths. “Don’t ever doubt it.”
“But I—” The words die on my lips as he takes my chin between his thumb and index finger, bends down, and draws my lower lip between his teeth. The tug rockets to the space between my legs.
When he pulls back, the lines of his face harden. “It’s time to resume your lessons. I think we’ll work on obedience again tonight. Are you ready?”