Reign of a King (Kingdom Duet 1)

“You spent the night in my room. It’s only fair I spend the night in yours.”

“That won’t be happening.”

“You want payment first? Fine.” I throw my bag on the chair, yank off my jacket and shirt, and follow with my trousers so that

I’m just in my underwear. Like that first time I came to this house to agree to his deal.

Funny how things come full circle.

Just like back then, he doesn’t make a move to touch me. However, his eyes heat with clear lust. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing. I simply want to spend the night here.”

“And you think that will be possible, why?”

“Because I want to. Isn’t that reason enough?”

“Why now? You were completely fine with our sleeping arrangements for two months.”

“Well, I changed my mind. People change, Jonathan.”

“You don’t get to change your mind. You belong to me, not the other way around. You do as I ask and what I please, remember?”

“I want my own terms.”

“Your own terms were, and I quote, ‘what you please’.”

“I can’t do this anymore, Jonathan, okay? I can’t pretend this whole thing is fine. You have to give me something in return.”

He pauses, narrowing his eyes on me for a fraction of a second before snapping back to normal. “No.”

“No?” I snap.

“Yes, no. And watch the way you fucking speak to me.”

“I’m not leaving,” I say with a calmness I don’t feel. “I’m going to show up in your room every day. So you might as well dish out your punishment and let me stay here.”

For a moment, we just stare at each other. I don’t back down, even when my skin turns hot and tingly. Even when the look in Jonathan’s eyes darkens.

This is one of those times where he’s frightening and I should stay away. But that would mean being stomped on, and I won’t allow that.

I will not be intimidated. I will not be intimidated.

“Get on your knees.” His voice pierces through the silence.

“Does that mean you agree?”

“On your knees, Aurora.”

I comply, bending my legs until my knees meet the plush carpet beneath me.

Jonathan moves towards me with purposeful strides, undoing his belt.

By the time he reaches me, my heart almost leaps out of my chest due to both fear and anticipation. No idea how he manages to trigger different emotions in me simultaneously.

“Remember when you said I can’t fuck your mouth? This is your punishment.”

“Fine,” I whisper.