Page 268 of Unexpected Heroine

“Your dick.” I flap the condom. “I want it.”

Shaking his head, he bunches his mouth in a teasing wad.

“Please,” I beg, batting my lashes and spreading my thighs to entice him.

He lowers his head toward one shoulder, pursing his lips. “What did you say you wanted?”

Fucker knows exactly what I want.

“Your cock. Put it inside me.”

“Whose cock?”

Seriously? What sick torture is this?

I roll my eyes. “Your cock. The one in your hand instead of in mine.”

When he clicks his tongue at me, continuing to deny me, I lose my patience.

“Fine. I’ll take care of myself.” Dropping the condom, I rise from the bed and stomp over to my dresser to retrieve one of my vibrators. Grabbing the first one I see, I turn it on and fling myself on the bed, immediately spreading my legs to bare myself to him.

His face pinches, eyes hardening and severe. “Don’t you dare put that vibrator inside my pussy.”

My clit pulses in response to both his tone and ownership over that part of me.

“Well, you aren’t giving me your cock.”

He slopes his head to the other side, tucking his chin toward his chest. “Whose cock?” he asks again.

Oh my marmalade. I’m such a ding-dong. How did it take this long for me to figure out what he wants?

I blame a lack of blood flow to my brain. It’s all in my nether region.

A smile toys with my face, slowly taking over my entire expression. My tongue sneaks past my lips, giving them a swipe and drawing his attention to my mouth.

When his eyes latch on mine, I purr the answer, slow and sultry, channeling all the sex appeal I can find. “Give me my cock.”

He sucks air through his teeth, then bites his lip. “That’s my good fucking girl.”

My heart soars into the stratosphere at his praise.

In two large strides, he’s precisely where I wanted him earlier. “Put that condom on your cock, sweetness. And then I’m gonna fuck you on every available surface just like you asked.”

Although I love to please him, there’s a brat inside me, clawing at the surface. Do I sass him, telling him to make me? Or should I comply without back talk?

More alarming still is this entire line of foreplay whereby he’s staking his claim on me again. We’re not together. There’s so much we haven’t settled.

Wanting to be his is one thing, but our problems are far from solved. My heart and mind are conflicted.

My body, however, knows exactly what it wants.

Unaware of the conflict brewing over this ownership, not to mention the battle between my inner good girl and brat, he drags his fingers through my hair, twirling it around his fingertips. Reminded how much I missed his tender adoration, I lean into his touch. My eyes snap shut as I soak it in.

In that moment, my body wins over my heart and mind. And the good girl defeats the brat, leaving me lustful and compliant.

For now.

Chapter 50

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