Vulcan's POV
I obeyed, my jaw tense as I did what she wanted, digging my tongue into her and my teeth grazing her edge, each movement laced with a mix of anger and reluctant arousal. Her moans filled the air, each one only stoking the irritation that churned within me. She was getting exactly what she wanted, reveling in her power over me.
Finally, she let out a long, satisfied sigh, her body quaking with release. She released her grip on my hair, stepping back slightly, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, glaring up at her.
Eleanor leaned down, her fingers trailing along my jaw as she lifted my chin, forcing me to meet her gaze. "Good boy," she murmured, condescension dripping from her tone.
That was the breaking point. I shot up to my feet, my eyes narrowing as I stared her down. "Enough," I growled, my voice vibrating with barely restrained fury.
