Scarlett's POV
"What do I want?" he repeated, his voice dropping into a rough whisper.
"I want you in my room… every night. Once you finish your duties for the day, you come straight to me."
I shook my head, my eyes blurring with tears. "Please, Leon… let me go."
"Not yet," he growled.
He suddenly pulled his hand away, leaving behind an empty, aching sensation that made my stomach twist. Before I could even draw a breath of relief, he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. His brown eyes were no longer calculating; they were dark with a raw, animalistic hunger.
"Don't test my patience, Scarlett," he murmured. "My room. Every. Night."
He stepped back, finally giving me space. The sudden lack of his heat made me shiver. He casually began to dress, not at all bothered by his nakedness, while I stood there trembling, my silk dress stained and my underwear ruined.
