Because You Are Mine Part IV: Because You Must Learn Read Free Page A

a message.
    She started to remove the decorative pillows and pull down the decadently luxurious bedding.
    “Take off your clothes,” he said from across the room when she started to get into bed. She paused and glanced back at him. He hadn’t looked up from his phone. Her breath started to come erratically as she began to undress.
    Why didn’t he look at her like he had on the plane when she stripped, his gleaming blue eyes tracking her every move?
    She got into bed and pulled a sheet and blanket over herself. Ian remained on the other side of the room, only his thumbs moving. Her eyelids grew heavy; the bed was very soft and warm. She drifted.
    There was a click, and her eyes flew open. Ian had shut out the light. She felt the mattress sink beneath him as he got into the bed next to her. He came down on his side, pulling her into his arms, her back to his stomach. She could feel that he still wore the pajama bottoms, also . . . that he wore nothing beneath the thin garment.
    Suddenly, she was wide awake.
    “How come you get to wear pajamas, and I have to be naked?” she asked into the darkness.
    He brushed her hair off her shoulder and stroked her, sending tendrils of pleasure through her.
    “I’ll often be dressed while you’re naked.”
    “That doesn’t make any sense,” she said, her breath hitching when his long fingers brushed over the top curve of one of her breasts. She felt his cock stir next to her bottom. Her clit twanged in pleasure, as if in response.
    “It pleases me to be able to touch you in any way, at any time that I desire it.”
    “While you get to remain clothed and in control?” she asked, a hint of anger entering her tone.
    “While I get to remain clothed and in control,” he repeated in affirmation.
    “But—”
    “There’s no ‘but’ about it,” he said as he caressed her ass, a smile in his voice. His cock batted against her, and he sighed, withdrawing his hand. “You shouldn’t be complaining, Francesca,” he chastised, settling her more firmly against him. “My control is already whisper thin when it comes to you. You need only look at tonight to have your proof of that.”
    “It was amazing,” she whispered, awe filtering into her tone.
    He went still for a moment, and then reached between her thighs. She gasped in excitement when he pushed his fingers gently between her legs and cupped her sex, the gesture both tender and baldly possessive.
    “I power drove you like I might have the most experienced of women, and you . . . a virgin,” he murmured, a thread of anger in his voice.
    She flushed with heat at his crude words.
Power drive
was right. She’d been completely at his mercy lying on the chaise lounge, and loving every minute of his masterful possession.
    “I’m not a virgin anymore,” she said shakily. “We could do it again, and you wouldn’t have to worry so much this time.”
    His cock lurched against her again. For a few seconds, she sensed his tension . . . his indecision.
    He slowly removed his hand from her sex. “No. Tomorrow is soon enough. I have many things I want to teach you. You deserve at least one night to recover.”
    “What things?” she whispered.
    “You’ll find out soon enough. Now go to sleep. I have a big day planned for you tomorrow.”
    Hearing that hardly made her sleepy. Nevertheless, after a minute, she found herself relaxing against Ian’s body, taking comfort in his hard, warm presence.
    * * *
    Ian rose out of a deep sleep and dark, sensual dreams to find Francesca’s naked body plastered against him, a raging hard-on pressed against her soft, curving bottom, his hand filled with a firm breast.
    Jesus.
    He grimaced as he twisted his torso to see the clock, keeping a hand on Francesca’s hip the whole time, keeping her lush ass in close contact with his cock. She sensed his movement and twitched her hips in her sleep, making him grind his teeth at the stimulation on his erection.
    He picked up his phone and