He moves his hands off me, removes his soft lips from my neck. “What you say goes.” Is that what I want, though? For him to stop completely? “Maison,” I whisper. “Yeah, baby?” “I just want to feel good for a minute. Just one minute without feeling guilty.” Can’t I feel good for just a moment? Even by a person I should fear, someone who has the power to hurt me or share me with his alpha sibling, as I suspect he’s done before. He shifts. “Okay, what do you want me to do? Nothing you’re doing is wrong right now, baby.” “Touch me,” I whisper.
