His arousal was evident, not driven by punishment but by desire.
Clearly, he was determined to have s@x with her.
Yet, he seemed more controlled than before, considering her condition and contemplating a different approach.
Frightened, Raegan pushed him away, pleading, âDonât, please⦠I canâtâ¦
Not right nowâ¦â
Mitchelâs expression shifted instantly.
âWhat did you just say?â
Raegan was on the verge of tears.
âItâs not about you⦠Itâs meâ¦â
Mitchelâs touch was gentle as he acknowledged the soreness.
âI know itâs still swollen and painful, but we can find a wayâ¦â
He whispered something in her ear, his voice hoarse.
Raeganâs face turned a deep red at his words, shaking her head in reluctance.
âWeâre married, so itâs only natural for us to do this,â Mitchel reasoned, pulling her closer.
Overwhelmed with humiliation, Raegan felt helpless to resist.
She feared provoking another change in his mood and felt compelled to comply.
In a sudden move, Mitchel gripped her hair, his breath quickening.
âCall me.
â
Barely able to speak, Raegan murmured, âMitchelâ¦â
âThatâs not it,â he corrected in a low tone.
What else could it be? Confused and exhausted, Raegan fell silent.
âIf you donât cooperate, this will last all night,â Mitchel warned.
Her expression shifting, Raegan forced out a reluctant, âHoneyâ¦â
Mitchelâs response was immediate.
His breathing grew heavier, his gaze more intense.
âKeep calling me this way.
â
Raeganâs humiliation deepened, feeling reduced to a prostitute.
âIf you donât do as I say, itâll take me longer to finish,â he said indifferently.
With great reluctance, Raegan repeated, âHoney⦠Honeyâ¦â
Finally, Mitchel released a sigh, drawing her up into his arms and ki*sing her forehead.