Page 38 of Gluttony

Right in front of him. No screens or miles between them. No more anonymity she could wield as a shield against him.

They were nearly chest to chest. Both of their hearts racing.

Breath shared as they both panted, desperate for air.

Finally, he’d tasted her, his Daisy, the woman he’d been dreaming of for nearly a year. And she tasted so much better than he could ever imagine. Sweet, sassy, like cinnamon and sugar. Holy fuck, he needed to taste her again…and again…and fuck if he wasn’t wondering if her pussy tasted just as good.

Definitely, she’ll taste like sin and heaven.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, this volatile, this unnerving, this devastating.

How was he supposed to think, to explain, to finally tell her all he’d wanted to say, when he couldn’t stop the beast within him for keening, snarling, roaring for him to touch her, slam his mouth down on hers and taste her again and again and again? One kiss—their first kiss—wasn’t enough, would never be enough. He needed more.

But now wasn’t the time.

His Daisy, his Valentina, had finally come to him. It might not be for the reasons they’d planned for all those weeks ago; her being ready to make them official, but he’d take her any way he could have her.

His breathing still strained, his heart still racing, he drew back to peer down into the face of the woman he loved. God, this close, her eyes were like glittering chocolate diamonds, and in them, he could see her fear, her apprehension, her uncertain desire. She wanted him, wanted to be with him, but she was terrified.

And he’d done that to her.

“You were right.” He didn’t bother explaining, because they both knew what he was talking about.

Without hesitation, she replied, “I know I was.”

Fighting a smile at the snarl in her voice—like a pissed off kitten, he continued, “About our definitions of ‘wait’ being different.”

She cocked her head to the side, her eyes narrowing. “You mean how your definition is that you say one thing then do another?”

“About how yours is truth and mine is bullshit.”

She went stone still, shock etched into the curves of her face. She blinked, squared her shoulders, and drawled, “Go on….”

God, this was going to fucking suck. Brushing a soft kiss against her forehead, he admitted, “When I told you I would wait for you…I honestly thought that you agreed to let me continue fucking around as long as I didn’t getemotionallyattached to any of them, like I am with you.”

Flinging her arms into the air, she forced him to drop his hands and step back—it was like ripping himself away from his source of life. He needed to be near her, touching her, calming the beast inside him with the warmth of her body.

But she was denying him that.

And he deserved it.

Growling, his Daisy demanded, “Why would you think that? Seriously,Redtube, you told yourself you couldn’t be committed so you gave yourself a bullshit excuse, thinking I wouldn’t find out. You said you’d wait, patting me on the head, offering me some sweet platitudes about waiting for me to be ready, and thought I’d happily putter around, thinking I’d locked down the Devil Dog Cock God, and you could just continue banging your Insta groupies, collecting fuck tokens, and living your best life.”

Every. Single. Word she spoke was like a slap in the face.

“That’s goddamn bullshit, Val,” he growled.

“Is it? Cake…and eating it, too?—”

“What is it with you and cake?” he grumbled, exasperated.

She continued, ignoring his outburst, “You wanted the comfort and familiar of the online wifey who’d stroke your ego, give you a shoulder to cry on, challenge your big brain—without the need to actually give more of yourself than you already give to your fuck buddies. Those women get the body, the pleasure, the worship, the O face, and I got what was left at the end of the day. You got the best of both worlds without ever having tocommitto anything.”

In a flash, he had her pinned against the wall, his hand around her throat, his nose pressed against hers, growling down into a face with eyes so wide and filled with shock and lust he nearly roared in triumph—his woman was at his mercy, eager for his dominance?—

She squirmed, her eyes now narrow and spitting rage.

Huh. For a moment, he’d worried he was taking this too far, that his inexperienced baby girl would be scared, wary, maybe even a bit terrified of his actions. However…there was no fear there, only anger.

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