Page 24 of Craved By Lust

“You are too adorable,” he growls in my ear, making me gasp, but he doesn’t let me think on it as he just drags my dazed ass along, stopping at a store I’ve never even heard of and for sure would never shop at.

I’m not low on cash at all, but this place is way too steep for my pockets. When a clerk spots us, she doesn’t even bat an eye at me in my tomboy gear, but when she spots Frank in his get up, one can see the dollar signs flash across that albino roach’s eyes as she scuttles along the floor over to us.

“How may I he—” He cuts her off pulling something out of his purse and flashing it to her.Great googly moogly! Is that a black card?!“Oh! I’ll show you to the back.” She tries to take the card, but he snatches his hand away and hands it to the woman behind her.

“You,” his deep voice booms with an unspoken warning, rattling the windows as he averts his attention to the other woman, but she nods even though he says nothing beyond that while shakily taking the card.

“R-right this way, ma’am…” her voice wobbles as she bows to me and tries to take my hand to guide me, but Frank glares as if daring her to touch me, and she steps out of the way. Frank then takes my hand, and we both walk past the other woman, who still seems to be shocked.Damn…

I don’t know whether to be shocked, sorry for the girl who probably lost a huge commission, or turned on. When she takes us to a sitting room, I look around impressed with the space, having never been in one of these fancy back rooms before. I almost feel out of place.

“Uhm Frank, I don’t need something like th—” He cuts me off, setting me down and pulling me into his lap.

“You need and will take everything I give you, Jessica. Understood?”

The way he so effortlessly commands the room and sways me needs to be studied…because honey, I am the fuck SAT!

“I hear you.” I roll my eyes, throwing an attitude, and he goes still before his hand cups my chin, and he forces me to look back at him.

“I know you heard me, Jessica. I saw those adorably tiny ears I’ll be putting diamonds in perk up, but that is not what I asked,” he voices harder. He sits up and spins me around so that I’m straddling him, and his eyes graze over me as he runs a finger from my lips to my neck to my chest. “I asked,Jessica.If. You. Un-der-stand.”

“Frank,” I breathe out in a moan, trembling.

“Answer.”

“I… I understand,” I pant, body growing hot, and he smiles, shocking me when his lips gently graze my neck.

“You’re such a good girl, Jessica,” he groans, hands holding me tight, rendering me speechless and leaving my pussy weeping like a bitch singing Keisha Cole’sLoveafter getting drunk.

“F-Frank, you?—”

“We’ve brought your th— Oh! My apologies for interrupt?—”

“If you know you’re interrupting, then leave al-fucking-ready,” he growls, shaking me from whatever stupor he had me in.

“N-no, you can come in.” I stand from his lap, but he takes my hand, lacing our fingers.

“Jessica,” he pouts and I smile, leaning down and kissing his cheek.

“It’s your turn to be good, okay?” I smirk, and his eyes glaze over with something I don’t want to put a finger on, or I fear something I won’t recover from will happen.

“Fine.” He sets me back into his lap and wraps his arms around me, kissing my neck. “Only for now,” he groans, placing his head on my shoulder and I chuckle, patting it.

“Jessica are you sure this is enough?” he quirks his lip, shaking his head at the twenty bags he’s holding, and I cut my eyes to him, tired.

“It’s more than enough. Actually, it’stoo much, but you just kept buying.” I point an accusatory finger at him, but he snorts.

“What kind of man would I be letting my girl walk around with one bag? My brother Gannon would lose his shit if he knew I bought so little,” he scoffs, and my mouth falls open.

“L-little?!” I exclaim, “For God’s sake, you spent more than I earn in a year for NIL! I’m afraid to even put it on my body!” I frown at the clothes and shoes he’s holding, uncomfortable since he made me walk out of the store with an outfit on, even though the soda the man threw on me was already dry.

“None of that matters, Jessica. Remember, you’ll take what I give you, and I’ll give you everything you want,” he warns, and I sigh.

“Fine, mister. You’ll give me whatever I want. So can you at least give me food? I think I’ll pass out fr—” He stops in his tracks, takes my hands, and briskly walks with me over to a comfortable bench. When we get there, we see a group of guys hanging around, but the moment Frank steps close, they all scatter, running away scared.How the hell does he do that?

“What the hell was that about?” I question, but Frank looks up at me, shrugging.

“It’s not important.” He pulls out a handkerchief and Lysol from his bag to spray the bench before thoroughly wiping it down. “I hate flies,” he mutters, wrinkling his nose, carrying the beautiful handkerchief to the garbage pinched between two fingers, and dropping it inside with a scowl. “Begone vermin,” he murmurs, disgusted, and I look around confused.When the hell did he see a fly?

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