I was staring through him. He noticed, and the strain in the air tightened my lungs—then released, settling to the floor as calm and languid as still water. I exhaled when the unexpected brush of his thumb skimmed across my cheek. It slid over my lips and pulled the bottom one down slightly. A soft caress, heavy with possession. “Don’t tell me I’ve broken my pet already,” he said thoughtfully. All of the emotion locked tight by years of obedience rose to the surface, and my eyes flashed. “Go to hell.” He smiled. “Sleep tight, kotyonok.”
