Mature Content. 18+. Skip if you are uncomfortable~
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Aleister was appalled at the thought of another woman. He could barely have her enough but to think that she believed he would ever grow sick of her.
Just the thought of it made his grip on her tighten, ''You want to be punished, don't you?''
''I will let you punish me,'' she peeked at him through her lashes but along with anger, there was something dark lurking behind his gaze, ''If that is what you want.''
''In bed,'' he added.
Esme gulped.
''Not now,'' he continued.
Her face fell.
''Disappointed?"
Her cheeks felt warm.
''What do I do with you, Esme?" Aleister sighed helplessly as he leaned back on the wall, ''I want to strangle you and stroke you at the same time.''
Esme blinked, ''Al.''
''Mm?"
Esme smiled at him, ''Do whatever you want. I will let you.''
Aleister's gaze deepened. Did she know what her words meant to a man?