Grayson's hands slid higher on Honey's thighs, his thumbs tracing patterns that made her breath hitch, and she could see the heat building in his eyes.
"I need you to understand something," he said, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that made her core clench. "When I say you're mine, I mean it. Not as property. You need to understand you are my equal. My partner."
"Partner implies we're on the same level." Honey's voice came out breathier than she intended. "But you like control."
"In the bedroom, yes." His hands gripped her thighs more firmly, the heat of his palms burning as he pulled her forward, bringing her to the very edge of the stool until their bodies aligned perfectly. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her core through their clothes, the friction
