FREYA POV
“I meant what I said,” I whispered,
“Punish me.”
His eyes narrowed, and without another word, he grabbed my chin, tilting my head back. His lips pressed against mine, forcing them open. His tongue pushed inside, sliding over mine, tasting me deeply. I kissed him back, my hands reaching up to grip his shoulders.
He broke the kiss first, pulling back just enough to look at me. “Take off your dress,” he ordered, his voice low and rough.
I hesitated for a second, glancing out the window. The driver was still standing outside, his back to the car, but we were in a dark side street, away from the main road. No one else was around. My pulse raced as I reached behind me, finding the zipper of the emerald gown. I pulled it down slowly, The dress loosened, and I shrugged it off my s
