Page 59 of Brassy Bigwig

“I called you a lioness. The way you’re prowling over here, like you’re ready to pounce.”

“I am ready to pounce, D.”

A hunger flashes in her eyes, but just when I’m about to put my food down and give her what she’s looking for, she speaks again.

“Because I really, really want a taste… of your soup.”

I can feel the features of my face fall at her words as a storm brews beneath my body’s surface. I’ve been teased before by both Emilia and Kendra. They were vicious in their teasing, though, and used it to both shame and manipulate me.

If I didn’t agree with Emilia about something, she would flaunt herself in front of me for days, denying each and every advance I made toward her. When, and only when, I finally caved in did she allow me to touch her, to fuck her. The entire time, she would tell me how much of a pervert I was. That it was shameful how I was unable to restrain myself and my desires, and how easy it was for her to control me with her body.

It was the same with Kendra. She would use Emilia and the way I was being treated against me. I would stupidly open up to Kendra about it, and she would turn around and tell me she would never control me like that. I felt weak and less of a man throughout my marriage because I let Emilia walk all over me. Kendra made me feel strong again, but she was the one with all the power.

But the way Chloe is acting right now, it’s different. She’s different. When I look into her eyes, I see the same desire I feel for her shining through. It’s not controlling. It’s not manipulative. It’s simply a passionate fervor we share for one another. I can feel a low growl beginning deep in the back of my throat before the sound actually hits my ears.

Let’s play, léaina.

“Chloe.” She stops crawling, and the look on her face goes from seductive to nervous. “You’re making me feel things that leave me fighting for control over my own body. I’m going to give you a three second head start before I come after you. I suggest you run, because I won’t be able to stop myself from ravaging you once I start. I can’t be held accountable for what kind of shape you’re in when I’m done, either.”

She’s frozen in place. Unsure of whether to run or even if she’s able to.

“Or you can stay put and give up easily. Either way, I can’t fight the savage urge soaring through me that wants to hunt you down and eat you alive.”

Her eyes shoot between mine, and I know she’s having a hard time choosing which she wants to happen more.

“Three.”

Her eyes widen as I begin my countdown, and she realizes how serious I really am.

“Two.”

She sits back on her heels, and I think she’s decided to stay put in hopes of dealing with a gentler version of me.

“One.”

Her eyes appear content with her decision until they shift toward the hallway that leads to the rest of my penthouse. Suddenly, she jumps up off of the floor and takes off running. I reach out for her ankle as she leaps over our dinner. My fingers flirt with her skin, but I’m unable to grasp onto her.

I give her one more second to get to where she’s going before I stand and stalk through my house, searching for my prize. I stop and listen to see if I can hear anything, any small noise that will give away her position. Her footsteps didn’t last long before they quieted, so the first room I decide to check is the master suite. It's the first door on the right headed down the hall toward my front door.

Turning on my bathroom light, I peek my head in quickly but don’t see her. There’s nowhere to hide here so I don’t waste a lot of time looking. I turn the light back off and walk farther into my room. If I go straight, I’ll enter my closet and dressing area, but I decide to make a left and search the bedroom first. I check both sides of my king-sized bed. Then I look under it, but she’s not there. I can see straight through to the chaise on the other side of my bed, and she isn’t there, either.

Standing up again, I slowly walk into my dressing area. There is a rectangular dresser in the middle of the space, and my walk-in closet is to the right. I peer over the dresser as much as I can before walking into the closet. When I’m busy checking in between my hanging clothes, I hear her dart out from behind the dresser and flee the room.

She turns right, away from the great room, and makes a sudden left, sprinting through the kitchen. She chances a look back, which allows me to gain a little speed on her, and she squeals in fright, but she has a grin on her face from ear to ear. She runs through the dining room, turning left down the main hallway again, but this time she runs past my room and farther down the hall, into the bedroom where I laid her down to sleep last Friday night.

Perfect.

I enter the room moments after her, and I see her standing at the foot of the bed, panting from overexertion.

Or lust.

My body crashes into hers. There’s nothing gentle about the way I lift her and throw her onto the bed, but I warned her my animalistic side was coming out to play. I quickly remove my boxer briefs and crawl on top of her. She lets out a small yelp as I straddle her, pinning her arms to her sides with my knees.

In what’s turning out to be my signature move, I rip her shirt open and buttons fly through the air. My fingers lock onto her pert, pink nipples, and I give them a tug.

“Oh…” she moans beneath me.

Scooting down her body, I set her arms free, and she uses them to push herself up off of the bed.

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