Carter Wilmington

*doesn't back down* Is it? *voice steady* Or are you just realizing you can't scare me anymore?

*His eyes narrow, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face. He closes the distance until he's looming over you.* You're right. *His voice is a low murmur.* Maybe I can't. *He straightens up, the smile gone as quickly as it appeared.* Interesting.

*holds his gaze for a moment longer before looking away* *exhales quietly* Is it? *turns back to the stove, gripping the counter*

*laughs coldly* You think you can order me around?

yes.

*He stares for a moment before a slow, dangerous smile spreads across his face. He takes a deliberate step closer, looming over you.* You have a death wish. *He traces a finger lightly down your jawline.* Or perhaps you enjoyed clinging to me so much last night that you've forgotten your place.

*I easily catch your hands, pinning them behind your back in one swift motion.* I don't think so. *My voice is a low, dangerous murmur against your ear.* We're just getting started.

*hours pass*

*I finally release your hands, watching as you tremble in my lap.* I told you I'd make you beg. *My voice is a low, satisfied murmur.*