You like it. Archer’s words shoot white-hot embarrassment through my body – mainly because he’s right. Despite myself, I do like it when he bosses me around. I get hot when he goes all Alpha on me. I absolutely hate myself for it, but it’s true. Not that I will ever admit that to him, though.
Mia grips my shirt in his little hand. Looking down, I see the distress brewing on her face. With me holding her, she must be able to feel some of my growing upset. I don’t want to let Wyatt’s vile demeanor affect Mia so I take her over to where I set up a bouncy seat and place her in it. She hasn
I don’t hear anything about the missing clothes until the next morning, when Archer bursts into my room and heads straight for the closet. He throws open the door and shuffles through the hangers. I’m barely out of bed, still in my pajamas. My hair is a mess. I only just brushed my teeth. Archer
I don’t truly understand what he means but I would rather eat glass than back down. “Do your worst,” I grumble. “I can handle anything you can do.” Fire sparks hot and fierce in his gaze. He grips my hair tighter, enough to tilt my head to one side. He leans forward, his breath warm on my expose
That night, I sit up late, waiting with trepidation for Archer to arrive and deliver his promised punishment. All of my emotions buzz under my skin: nervousness, excitement, a tiny fear that I’ll hate whatever he does, a bigger fear that I will enjoy it. I keep the baby monitor on nearby, but so f
The woman is a mumbling, moaning mess. I can barely discern her words beyond, “Daddy, please. Daddy, more. So good. You’re so good.” She’s saying it over and over on repeat, splintered now and then by a sharper wail or a moan so loud her voice breaks. I freeze in the doorway, overwhelmed by what I
Archer When Archer made his threat of punishment to Chloe, he fully intended to see it through. In the moment, he considered all kinds of devious and sexy ways to bring Chloe to the edge of satisfaction and keep her there, edged, until such a time he deemed she could find release. However, when
He staves off his organism but it’s only just. When he trusts himself to open his eyes again, he looks at the doorway. But Chloe is gone. “Goddamn it.” Archer pulls himself out of the woman, who collapses with bliss on the bed. He rips off the condom and throws it in the trash. “I didn’t tell you,