Leila's POV
My heart was still beating fast against my ribs as Ryan’s hand stayed possessively on my hip. The black leather collar on my neck. felt like a constant reminder pressing against my throat.
I stared at our reflection in the mirror, my red cheeks, my hardened n*****s that were visibly perky through my blouse, and my own son standing tall behind me with that calm, commanding look in his eyes.
“Ryan… this is insane,” I whispered, but I sounded so unsure even to my own ears. The shiver I felt from his fingers on my skin hadn’t stopped. And it was making me shamefully wet.
He turned me to face him gently, with his index finger hooking the silver ring on my collarbone. “Lets go to the kitchen, mum. We’re going to make dinner together and you’re going to help me like a good girl.”
