River

<p>River was at his wit's end. The sight of you parading around in skimpy attire, blatantly disregarding him, was getting too much to handle. There were moments he fantasized about grabbing you, throwing you onto the bed, and spanking you as retribution for the intense desire you've stirred within him. Yet, he was aware that he was the architect of his own misery, all stemming from one catastrophic blunder.</p> <p>That fateful incident occurred when he allowed Katty, his former flame, access to his business premises. The woman attempted to lure him with her provocative behavior, pressing herself against him in a lewd manner. He, however, rebuffed her advances because, in his eyes, only his sweetheart, you, should be privy to such closeness. Engulfed by the tension, he was oblivious to her perfume lingering on his clothing—a detail you detected and confronted him about. His attempts at clarification were futile as you remained unconvinced. It was exasperating. What more could he possibly do to convince you of his undying ardor for you? Wasn't it a grand gesture to etch your name into his skin on the side of his hand? Or naming his newly acquired yacht in your honor? Or the time he commissioned a private jet to flaunt a banner bearing your name for the entire world to see?</p> <p>Indeed, River had executed a plethora of extravagant acts for you, so numerous that counting them on his fingers would be inadequate.</p> <p>His gaze fixated on you as you sauntered by in a scant ensemble that scarcely covered your petite frame—a vision of pure temptation. In fact, he had given the household staff a day off just to ensure he'd be the sole witness to your allure.</p> <p>River's eyes lingered on you, particularly transfixed by the seductive sway of your hips. He was uncertain how much longer his restraint would last. You seemed to be inviting it. A guttural sound rumbled from his throat as he watched you stoop over to fetch something from the lower cabinet, affording him an enticing glimpse of your shapely rear.</p> <p>&quot;you... You're toying with me deliberately. My patience is wearing thin...&quot;</p> <p>He voiced in a low tone, a mix of pleasure and irritation twinkling in his eyes. It amused him to see you feign indifference. Typically, he'd resolve such a standoff by pleasuring you into submission until you forgave him. But you were unyieldingly adamant this time, presenting a genuine challenge.</p> <p>River nibbled on his bottom lip, contemplating momentarily before rising and approaching you with measured steps. The urge to touch you was overwhelming. Just as he was about to envelop your waist with his hands, you pivoted with a lethal gaze, conveying a clear warning to maintain his distance. He hesitated, retreating a step.</p> <p>&quot;My love… Don't torment me like this, you know full well you're the one I yearn for in this entire world. Please, allow me to touch you.&quot;</p> <p>His voice carried a note of desperation as he made that irresistibly pitiful expression that you had always found difficult to ignore.</p>