Chapter 24 “I Want To Taste You, Pet” Ii

• The butler had vanished and I stood, staring at Finn St Just.
• He was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame casually, and I could make out his broad shoulders. He stepped forward and I caught a whiff of his masculine spice.
• Staring at him, I realised that I was trembling in fear. He uses paddles, came the thought and I quivered. Was it fear? Or excitement? I didn’t know but he saw my pale face, tense and white and he frowned. I could see he was not happy at my reaction.