His Three Rules

Hazel

I swallow hard, my chest tightening, but before I can even form a protest, his hand slides smoothly under the hem of my short dress.

Oh god—bare. He feels my pussy.

A low hum rumbles in his chest, approval dripping from it like poison and honey.

"Good. You obey well," he murmurs, fingertips brushing the silky strip between my thighs, so sensual I can’t stop the sharp gasp that rips out of m