JUNIPER’S POV
Hiram’s hands catch mine, pulling it away from his collar.
“I do not think you know what you are asking for, June.” His gaze doesn’t shift from mine as he says this.
Of course, I don’t. I have only read books like this, where the girl gets punished for defiling orders, and I want to know what it feels like. So he is right—I am only curious.
“I know,” I say as I run my hands down his body. “You are angry, and you want to punish me for it.” I try to put the words in his head while I continue trailing my hands down his body as he gazes at me.
Before my hand can reach his crotch, he grabs it, spinning me around at once, allowing my back to come in contact with his chest.
“Do not start what you cannot finish, June,” he says, causing bumps to sprout up my skin. I swallow
