21
ARIELLA
Eric’s face was predatory, his body hard and muscled. A perfect Sub was obedient, compliant, owned, but I’d never professed to be perfect. I knew better than to mess with him when he was in Dom mode. I just didn’t care enough to be a good girl. Disobeying so he would destroy me with his c**k seemed a really good idea right now.
His menacing expression, the way his heavy, muscled body pinned me against the wall, was delicious.
Instead of scaring me, he made me tremble. My breath caught in my throat, and I couldn’t tell what was more responsible for my physical response—alarm or arousal.
I’d grown up with an angry, unpredictable man and memorized the surefire warning signals in order to stay clear of his drunken outbursts.
Which made it even weirder that Eric’s wrath didn’t
