From Chapter 17
His hand on her shoulder crept up to her neck, his fingers caressing the hollow of her throat before reaching around the column of pale, vulnerable flesh. He had the trick of making her aware of how very vulnerable certain parts of her were. Her body tensed involuntarily with the perception of danger. His fingers forced her chin higher.
"And I said I was going to rip that dress from you and use it to tie your arms." His breath heated the side of her face, causing a shiver to run down her back. Her breasts were pushed flat against the wall.
Her body was such a traitor to her. His words went directly to her limbic system like some kind of instant aphrodisiac. She could feel the heat starting to pool in her belly. She struggled again to push herself away from his control, but he jammed her against the wall even harder as his hand forced her head back. His knee parted her legs, making her aware of how the heat was stretching lower to her groin. "Look at you," he said. "You like the struggle, don't you?" His hand pushed the hair away from her ear, and his hot tongue brushed across it. She bit her bottom lip, biting back the moan that threatened to escape her throat.
"I see you, Bella," he whispered, surprisingly gentle. "I see the part of you that wants and wants. And all the courtesy and respect in the world will not fill the void. I see the part of you that is wild and fierce and primal, and I will help you set her free."
His words stopped her and she ceased struggling. Something about what he was saying made her want to cry. Unexpectedly, she had a memory of herself as a girl of ten, back when she was a tomboy, exploring the woods behind her house and there was no one she answered to with the exception of her father. That young, fearless girl had gotten submerged under layers of rules and constraints and Bella suddenly wanted to weep for her. The subtle expectations and requirements of those around the small female warrior she had been had civilized and tamed her. It was time to become a warrior again, once again fierce and fearless, bowing only to those strong enough to lead her.
His voice pulled her from her memories. "You have three seconds to remove the dress or I'll tear it from you."
There was a moment's release from his pressure, and swiftly she turned around, and with a pent-up yell of fear and anger, started to push and slap at him. He easily captured her hands and shoved her back against the wall. They stood, chest to chest, both panting as he stretched her captive hands above her head. "Time's up," he said, his eyes shining.