“Are you ready for your punishment, because I sure am,” Aiden rubbed his hands together and rounded Amara stopping behind her.
He held Amara’s arms from behind, “Take off your clothes.”
“What? No!” Amara gasped and tried to free herself from his grasp, trying to step away from him.
Aiden held her tightly and pulled her, her back colliding with his chest. “Do as I say Amara. Don’t make me do it myself. Because I will.” His words dripped with hostility.
When Amara still didn’t do as he said, Aiden leered in her ears, “Why are you so reluctant? Nothing stopped you from removing your clothes before, why are you shy now?”
“Take it off,” Aiden’s lips trailed the back of her neck, nibbling and kissing. “Take off your clothes.”
Amara’s stomach convulsed with desire. Her breathing ragged.
