Cellie's POV
The words were out before I had fully decided to say them and now they were in the room and Demetrio was looking at me with the grey eyes on fire and there was no taking them back and I did not want to take them back.
"You want me as don," he said, and his voice had dropped into the register that did specific things to my ability to maintain a coherent thought.
"Yes," I said.
He studied me for a moment, the thumb that had come up to trace my lip pausing there. "If we do this, you follow my lead. Every instruction. No challenging, no negotiating midway." His eyes were serious underneath the heat in them. "And if anything stops feeling right, you tell me immediately. No performing through something you don't want."
I swallowed. "Okay."
"I need more than okay."
"Yes," I said. "I understand."
