Page 39 of Gluttony

Hmmm….She bucked against him, breaking him from his darkening thoughts.

“What the hell, Red?” she snarled, wriggling against his hold, which only succeeded in rubbing her soft belly against his really hard cock. He shuddered at the friction—fuck, that felt good. He groaned. Suddenly realizing what she was doing, she froze, her eyes growing big once more.

He couldn’t stop the wicked smile even if his jaw was broken.

“Now, you’re going to listen to me—without speaking—and once I’m done explaining, we’re going to have a calm, rational conversation about our relationship?—”

She sneered at that, her lush lips curling, revealing her adorable little canines.

Not even bothering to fight the urge, he pressed a quick kiss to her already kiss swollen lips, and grinned.

“Snap and hiss all you want, baby, we’re going to talk—but first?—”

Pulling her toward him using the hand around her waist, he dropped his head to nuzzle her neck, right beneath her ear, dragging in a deep, slow breath.

Lemonade, sugar, vanilla, sunshine….

God…she smelled so fucking good; it was making him hungry for lemon drop cookies…and naked sunbathing.

She tensed. “What are youdoing?” she demanded, pressing her hands against his chest. Immediately, he growled at the sensation of her touch on him—even through this t-shirt and kutte, he could feel the heat of her hands, hands he wanted on his naked body. She gasped. “What are you, some kind of animal?”

He chuckled against the flesh of her neck, fascinated by the pink color rising on her skin.

“I’m just so happy to have you here, my Daisy,” he answered, making sure to drag his mouth along her jaw to place another quick kiss on her lips.

She spluttered, her eyes wild, “Stop kissing me! And let me go!”

He did it again, ignoring her hands pushing against his chest. He owned that mouth.

Gently squeezing the throat still in his grasp, he reminded her, “Youwilllisten to my explanation, then wewilltalk, and after that….” He shrugged, knowing that if he told her he was going to fuck her on his desk until it collapsed from their violence, she wouldn’t comply. And he needed his Daisy nice and compliant, supple, submissive.

She would be his good little girl. At that thought, his cock jerked in his jeans, and the hand on her waist itched to grab her hair to hold her in place for a mouth ravaging.

That’ll all come later…hopefully.If he could get her to understand what he’d done, why he’d done it, and then forgive him.

She thinned her lips in obvious displeasure at his words. “After that…I get the fuck out of here, and you forget you ever knew me.”

A blast of blinding fire and chilling rage slammed into him. No fucking way—that wasn’t happening. The fact that she believed he could forget her so easily made his chest hurt—she was every fucking thing to him.

You fucking other women disproves that, asshole!

But he could make up for it, show her that he loved her, that he was dedicated to her, that he was ready for commitment, no matter what crazy ass bullshit she believed about him.

He leaned down until his nose was against hers, his gaze pinned to hers. Her mouth dropped open, her breasts rising and falling as her breathing quickened, brushing her hard nipples against his chest.

“Do you understand?” he demanded, his voice hard, offering no argument.

Still she opened her mouth, ready to argue anyway, but a little force around her neck silenced her.

Again…no fear, only this time instead of anger he saw…lust.

Fuck.

His Daisy loved dominance.

Oh, he could definitely work with that.

Back on track, fucker!

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