KAZIEL
She shuffles towards the headboard, her face turning red. And contrary to what she probably believes, the anger warring with her desire is turning me on. I watch her as I unbutton my pants, dragging the zipper down. She gasps, her throat working as she swallows hard.
"Come here," I say and she shakes her head vehemently.
Right.
The hypnosis won't let her. That's fine. I'll do it myself.
I grab her by the waist, and she fights hard, thrashing against my grip. Once I've moved her to the edge of the bed, she lies there, panting.
I reach for her leg, and she aims for my face.
"Stay still, or I'll make sure you won't be able to walk for the next three days," I say, expecting to see fear in her eyes.
Her eyes darken instead, her lips parting as her tongue swipes across them. It's
