Chapter 70 His Addiction

I stand quietly, unsure of what to say or do. Normally I’m confident, and right now that seems to have gone and I don’t know why. My head drops and he steps to me, grasping my chin and raising my head so I look at him.
“This isn’t you baby girl. This isn’t the woman who danced in that room, who had me groaning and wishing I would die because you taunted so fucking much.” His lips press against mine. “This isn’t the woman who had the confidence to move my hand up her leg, or who taunted the fuck out of me in a club with people watching.” His lips kiss along my neck, stopping at my collarbone.
“This isn’t the woman who sat at the table naked to tease me, or who put on that, 'I don’t know what to call it dress’ and bent over the table to taunt me so now if I ever see that dress again all I will see is your ass bent over that table.” His teeth bite down against my collarbone.