“Does that mean you won’t boss me around anymore?” The minx replies, alight with mischief and desire in equal measure. “You’ll let me walk all over you and get away with everything?” I throw my head back, barking with laughter even as I fight the urge to tell the driver to turn the car around so I
Ella As soon as the Prince catches sight of Sinclair and I, his eyes flash with obvious rage. I can tell he’s surprised to see us here, though he must have known I survived the hunt. When none of his rogues returned to confirm my death, he would have immediately realized what happened. Still,
When we get home I’m going to put you right back over my knee and this time I’m not going to let you get away without coming at least three times, you brilliant, impossible creature. At this point I press one of my stiletto’s onto Sinclair’s foot, needing him to shut up before I become so aroused th
Ella As the Prince and I move around the dance floor, I’m only too conscious that every eye in the room is on us. Of course, none of those eyes weigh on my shoulders so heavily as Sinclairs. I’m working hard not to accidentally send him any signals that I need to be rescued, but it isn’t easy – esp
I laugh, “It’s only been a few minutes.” “I meant what I said.” Sinclair beams, sending a ripple of laughs around the room as he sweeps me into his arms. We spin away on the dance floor, leaving the Prince to stew in his anger. Only once we’ve left our audience behind and I’m swaying safely in Sin
Ella It’s been three weeks since the ball, and though I can scarcely believe it, it seems like all the campaign drama passed with Solstice. There has been nothing but calm since the holidays, and I’m beyond thrilled that I’ve been able to relax a bit, even though part of me is waiting for the rug t
“I’m sorry.” I sniffle. “I shouldn’t be giving you a hard time.” “You’re allowed.” He promises, pulling a wrap dress from the clothing rack. “Here, no buttons, no zippers. You don’t even have to wear a bra.” “Thank you.” I murmur, sliding my arms around his middle and squeezing tightly. Sinclair p
Sinclair “What do you think about this one?” I ask, pulling Ella’s attention away from the rack of onesies she’s currently perusing. “Oh, so you care what I want now?” She retorts, shooting me a sulky glare. She’s been pouting ever since we left our parenting class, and despite the instructor’s qu