Annabel’s POV
Daniel pushed me onto the bed the moment we entered the room, slamming the door loudly behind us.
His chest heaved heavily, his breathing uncontrollable.
With a lazy step, he moved closer to me, pressing his knees between my thighs.
“Daniel, you need to stop.” My voice cracked.
His eyes dimmed. “How can I stop, Annabel?” He leaned on me, his hands pressed on the bed. “The contract clearly said that the submissive must be available anytime the dominant needs her.”
My eyes went cold.
I want him too, but not like this.
Not when he is under the influence of jealousy. “Daniel, you need to come back to your senses,” I scolded him. “You are losing it.”
I pushed him off my body and made way to leave, but he pulled me back, and I fell on him.
Our chests pressed together. I c
