“Good girl,” he purred. “First of all, never walk away when we’re having a decent conversation.”
“What was so decent about that conversation?” I asked, my voice coming out harder than I expected.
A glint entered his eyes, his smile widening. “Everything was decent about the conversation.”
“Yeah? Telling me you and your son want to f**k me is decent?”
He groaned, his hand moving to my neck, and just held it softly. “That vulgar word on your soft lips is arousing, Isabella.”
“I’m not trying to arouse you,” I spat, trying to find the disgust I should be feeling, but I found none.
“I know,” he muttered, stepping closer until I felt his thigh between my legs. “But it did that all the same. We’ll come back to that, but let's go back to my second rule. The second one is as simple as the f
