Page 31 of Draco's Defiance

Draco had never been a huge fan of safe words in the past. He understood their conceptual use, but had always felt they rather cramped his style. With Moira, though, things were once again different. He wanted to ensure she was happy with their interaction, and he remembered the panic in her voice when she’d asked him not to fuck her ass.

Not that he minded the tremble of terror. In many ways he yearned for it, but the fact it originated from the actions of another man was riling. Someone else had hurt her and that person had left a lasting scar. An unexpected knot of anxious anger furled inside of his chest. Draco wanted to help her overcome that scar. Deep down he sensed that he needed to.

“Okay.” She managed a small smile. “Then I choose ‘law.’”

“Law?” Brow rising, he chuckled as he straightened.

“Yes.” Mischief flashed in her gaze. “It’s what I know and love.”

“Right.” Draco smirked. “And you’re happy with your choice.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” Bless her heart. Moira had no idea what was coming her way. “Then let’s take this to the living room. It’s time you were over my knee.”

Chapter Thirteen

Moira

MOIRA’S HEART HAMMERED as grabbing her hand, he tugged her into the living room. She recognized the journey, her gaze darting to the rug where she had kneeled naked and then the edge of the seat where he’d slid his satisfying cock into her.

Oh, God!

It wasn’t regret echoing inside her as they moved to the same couch, but a surreal sense of overwhelm. Had she truly done those things? Glancing around now, it seemed as though those acts had been nothing but scenes from a movie.

“Would you like a drink before we begin?” Turning, he spun to face her, that dark gleam shining in his eyes. “No alcohol yet, though. We could both use a clear head.”

“Yes, please.” She couldn’t agree more. “A glass of water would be good.”

“No problem.” Leaning toward her, he pressed his lips against hers. “Stay there.”

He needn’t have bothered with the instruction. As he walked away and out of the door, Moira realized she was rooted to the spot, unable to flee even if she wanted to.

I don’t want to go. If it were possible, her heart raced even faster.

It made no sense to want the spanking, but she was past the point of needing to deny it. Something about the swats he’d delivered last time had detonated her, and she wanted more, wanted to know if her reaction would be the same the second time around.

Her breaths were ragged as she contemplated the brunt of his palm. Had she taken on too much by agreeing to the act? Was the spanking something she’d be able to cope with?

It’s okay. Inhaling, she fought to steady herself. I have my safe word, and Draco will respect it.

Balling her hands, she stretched her neck as she struggled for composure. Draco would respect her needs. He had to.

“Here you go.”

She turned at his voice, reaching out to take the glass of water he offered, noticing he had one for himself in his other hand. “Thank you.”

They watched each other in silence as they both sipped at their drinks.

“Are you ready for this?” Lowering his glass, Draco’s gaze pierced her with his powerful intensity.

Shit.

There it was again—that dangerous look in his eyes was nothing short of terrifying. If she’d noticed that at the bistro she doubted she’d ever have gone home with him, but then again, maybe she would? That scorching glint was simultaneously one of his most tantalizing features.

“I don’t know, sir,” she admitted. “But I reckon I have to be.”

“I think so, too.” Reaching for her glass, he took it from her fingers and placed it on the coffee table at the other end of the sofa. “Scared?”