Lotto
"Who's in charge here?" I asked in a calm, even tone, although a hunger and desire nearly buckled me at the knees.
This woman had a hold on me I couldn't describe. I couldn't understand.
But one thing I did know.
Ari craved dominance. She practically begged for it. I could smell it on her. It sizzled from every pore on her body.
She chuckled with an eye roll. "If you expect for me to say you are. Then you're delusional."
"I don't expect you to say anything," I countered as I cleared the distance between us to take a firm grip of her arm. "I plan on making you say it."
Her laugh, a mixture of defiance and anticipation, danced through the charged air between us. "Oh? And how do you plan on doing that?" Ari's response was laced with a challenge, her eyes shimmering with the complexity of lightning—fleeting yet unforgettable.
