“Why would you imagine that?” The harder she struggles, the more I want to rip her apart.
“Don’t insult me,” she replies, and by all that’s holy, she rolls her eyes.
Sister Arabella is spirited, sinful, and utterly sexy; I am so done for.
“You’re right. I won’t insult you.” I place my hands on either side of her head, caging her in. “It is a woman, and right now, she is tied to my bed. Naked.”
Sister Arabella stops struggling. She can’t hide her shock at my admission.
“I plan on breaking her because she has something I need.”
“How could you be so cruel?” she asks appalled, never breaking eye contact with me.
Snickering, I remove a hand from the wall and give in to temptation and thumb over her pouty bottom lip. “Who said anything about being cruel, Sister?”
Her sweetness lingers on
