Page 43 of His Dark Pact
“I wouldn’t put it quite that way, but yes.” He placed down his fork. “I promise to make it worth your while.”
Pushing a piece of the duck past her lips, she ignored the throb of her clit and watched his self-satisfied smile.Worth her while?She could only imagine what he meant by that.
She swallowed the meat. “Right.”
Amy used to think she was strong-willed and that her determination would be enough to get her where she needed to be, but that was before she met William Kyle.
In the empire he owned, he made the rules, and he decided what was at stake. If she could only get through the next six days, she had no doubt it would all beworth her while.
Chapter Fourteen
Dessert
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IT TOOK WHAT SEEMEDlike an age, but in the end, Amy finished her duck breast. It was good, or it would have been had the succulent meat been hot. She had persevered despite the temperature, fueled by the threat of the potential penance if she didn’t eat and the promise of his favor if she obeyed.
Kyle finished his plate and sat waiting while she struggled. No words were exchanged between them, but the extent of his authority over her had rarely been clearer.
She would eat because he told her to, and she would do so with her breasts exposed because he commanded it, regardless of the chill and her growing uncomfortable arousal. She wanted none of those things—the ignominy, the meal, or the simmering need between her legs—but, as she chewed on the food, she accepted that she obeyed not only for the life his money would buy her but for the looming pleasure her obedience was bringing. She might not choose to be turned on by such degradation, but she was ready to revel in the iniquity.
Placing down her cutlery, she wanted to cheer as she finished the duck, but his searching eyes insisted she remain quiet. His gaze hadn’t left her during the entire meal, his eyes far hungrier for her than anything Leonard had prepared.
“Shall I tidy the plates away, sir?”
The idea of facing the chef half-naked filled her with dread, but preposterously, she realized she wanted to serve Kyle. The more she complied, the greater the urgency between her thighs and the longer her clit’s throbbing went on, the more difficult it was becoming to think or worry about anything else.
“Take them to the end of the table.” He motioned to the place he referred to as though she wouldn’t understand. “Then come back here.”
“Yes, sir.”
Her heart raced as she rose to obey, her limbs trembling as she reached across him for his plate and carried it, with hers, to the other end of the unnecessarily large table.
“Is there dessert, sir?” She glanced over her shoulder, aware of the way her question might be misconstrued.
It had been the weirdest, most humiliating, and sexiest meal she’d ever known, but she knew he had the power to also make it the most gratifying. As far as Amy was concerned, she’d earned the right to that pleasure.