Vance's POV 
  “Did I ever tell you the story of how my mom died?” I asked Nadia immediately. I heard her sneak in, oblivious to the fact that I was wide awake,waiting for her to get back, but I'm too proud to admit that. 
If she was startled she didn't show it. I saw her stand still and just wait for whatever it was I wanted to do. 
  “Do you remember telling me?” She threw back, rather mannerlessly. 
  “That's no way to talk to your mate, and definitely not to an alpha you dud!” I screamed at her, watching her flinch and tighten her clothes around her. 
  “I meant no.” She replied smartly this time around. I knew I had it in me, I didn't lose it when I lost Talia. Nadia has to be tamed. 
  “She always had an affair with my fathers beta, the loser who did not even have children with his own mate because he was stuck on my mom, who actually was his mate before she married my father.” I rushed the last part because it really is of no consequence. “However, she did just after having hot sex with him, I was a little boy, but I caught them and watched them both die.” 
I heard her suck a deep breath and saw her go still. Her arms tightened around her still holding her grown up. 
  “Ask me why I'm telling you these.” I commanded her. 
  “Why are you telling me these?” She obeyed quickly, abounding like a drenched puppy. 
  “I was a kid when it happened, but best believe I still have it in me. And I swear if you make me, we would re-enact it, and believe me when I say I won't even be riddled with the guilt I felt over my mom.” I threatened her. 
  “It would not happen.” She replied fast. I could see her rejecting every chance of it ever happening and something about it pleased me. 
  “It better not.” I replied to her. “You and I know I would not even hesitate to send you to Talia.” I decided to go dirty. 
Against her better thinking - the Nadia I know would have turned back and stayed away from me till the next day-she came towards me. 
I sat in silence, watching how far her boldness could carry her. 
  “I'm sorry. “ She started, daring to touch my hands. 
I withdrew my hands and resisted the urge to yell at her. After all, I really don't know for sure. All I can make are assumptions and wild guesses. 
  “How are you?” She asked me. Sometimes I wonder what sort of a woman Nadia is. 
  “What do you think?” I asked her back.
She began to run imaginary patterns on my hands, they were quite ticklish but I got used to them and stopped flinching. “I think you miss me.” She sounded so fucking seductive. All the blood that rushed up to my head in anger started rushing down back in lust. 
It didn't help that the room was now dimly lit and I could not see her face properly, but I saw her tongue stick out and lick her lips and that turned me so much on. 
I was nearly heaving like a thirsty dog while Nadia was having the fun of her life watching me want her. 
  “I want you to… “ She quickly put her hands over my mouth. 
I saw her wag her index finger in the air. 
  “You don't get to talk.” She explained. “That's the rule.” She added, 
I liked it. I liked the dominance, the submissive dominance. There she was at my feet, kneeling, and commanding me. The irony in itself is so fucking appealing. 
I knew tonight was not going to be just another night of being married, I actually feel married, like I have a mate. 
She started tracing nearly perfect limes, almost straight and with the exact amount of brush and touch of her tongue against and on my skin, she worked her way up my thigh. I could feel myself already dripping even though she had made no contact. Fuck! 
I loved how she could be my shy, docile mate, and also my freaky little goddess when I needed one. I swore to myself on the day I took her in to force her history out of my head. It would do me no good remembering. All that led to this day, that I'm grateful for, at least… 
Nadia kept on and on repeating it, and while I was expecting to grow bored, I wasn't. I kept gripping her neck harder, conscious of it only when she winced from the pain of both my hands on her neck. 
I was fully grown and had begun to throb and bob and it was becoming increasingly unbearable for me. On her last tease, I grabbed Nadia's head and directed it to where I wanted. Like she had been waiting, she got to doing what I've known her to do best. It felt like I had just been thrust from one realm to a higher one. 
It was almost divine. Every single time felt like I had never experienced it before and the pleasure was unmatched. I was shamelessly filling up her mouth and I couldn't even careless. 
  “Please!” I shrieked when it got too much for me to bear. Grabbing her hair, in fact, almost yanking it off her head was not cutting anymore. 
Abruptly, she stopped, leaving me and moving two steps back, in the dark. It caught me by surprise. 
  “What did you do that for?” I demanded. Trying to salvage the rest of my masculinity. I was half done seconds and now I'm hanging limp, staring in the dark at the beautiful witch who would never let me experience pleasure to the full. 
  “Why?!” I demanded again when she refused to answer. Predictably, I was already more irritated. 
It was then I saw she had her hand, two fingers exactly, left her mouth and traced the middle line of her body, branching off in one of her tits and getting back on line, headed for her clit. 
Did she think I couldn't pleasure her? I got up immediately and lifted her up from the floor, a very seductive laugh escaped her lips and floated in the air. 
Throwing her on the bed, I decided it was time for both punishment and payback.