Page 61 of Midnight Dissonance

“Ah, you do, actually. I called my insurance company and added you to my policy, along with the Beamer.”

“You . . . wait, what? You bought a car and got me insurance. Josh, it’s too much. I can’t afford to pay that back. I—”

He silenced her diatribe with his hand over her mouth. “Now, listen, lass, and listen well so I don’t have to repeat myself. What part of you belong to me don’t you get? You’re acting like this is a fly-by-night relationship. When are you going to realize that I’m all in and not letting you go? Next month we’ll have a collaring ceremony at the club. And from then on, I will consider you mine. I’ve never collared a sub before because I’ve never wanted to keep one. And for me, collaring a sub is deeper than marriage vows. Do you understand? I won’t let you go, Lexi, not when you belong with me.”

Her breath shuddered out, and she searched his face. For what he had no clue, but then she lowered her gaze and murmured, “Yes, Sir.”

“Why don’t we head upstairs and get you settled. I thought we could order in. There’s this great little steak place that can deliver dinner.”

“Sounds fabulous.”

He put his arm around her, locking the Beamer, and then stopped by his car. When she tried to grab her bag, he shooed her off. “Bloody hell, woman, don’t even think about it.”

“It’s my bag.”

“And? I get you’re used to doing everything on your own, but that’s not the way of it anymore.”

She rolled her eyes when he hefted the bag and was shocked by how heavy it was. “What did you put in this thing?” he asked as they climbed aboard the lift.

“You said to pack for a week. If you haven’t noticed, I’m a girl, and we need things. The shoes, the makeup, the hair products, the hair styling tools, outfits, bras, panties, and a few other items that I promise I’ll wear for you.”

“Is that right? Would these items happen to be slutty?”

“Perhaps.” She closed the distance between them. “I’m wearing one of them right now. Would you like to see?”

The doors opened onto his floor. He blew out a ragged breath. His dick was hard from her seductive teasing. Or perhaps it was just being near her. “Not here. No one else gets to see what’s mine unless I say so.”

He squeezed her hip and escorted her down the hall. While he unlocked the door, Lexi leaned over and murmured in his ear. “And just so you know, Sir, I’m not wearing any panties.”

“Fuck.” That did it.

He shoved the door open and tugged her inside, slamming the door shut and flipping the lock. He dropped her bag to the floor and backed her up against the wall.

He gripped her hands and raised them above her head, pinning them against the wall. Then he drew her skirt up, needing to discover if she was telling the truth and had been walking around without any panties.

Her breaths came out in short pants. She licked her lips as the hem reached the top of her thighs.

And then he spied the lace of some lingerie she wore beneath the layers. But beneath that, she was bare. He cupped her bare pussy.

She moaned.

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours, Sir.”

“That’s right. And I gotta admit, I like you being without any panties. Gives me easy access to what belongs to me.” He dipped his fingers inside. “Fuck, you’re drenched for me.”

“Yes.” She admitted on a gasp.

And because he could no longer stand it, when her pink tongue darted out and wet her lips, he swooped down and claimed her mouth. This woman drove him wild. He wanted her all the time. He couldn’t get enough. And he needed her in ways that left his head spinning.

He teased her clit, rubbing circles around the bud while he plundered her mouth. He ate her moans, knowing he wouldn’t be able to wait. He needed to be inside her again. He’d already gone too long without her.

And while he knew he needed to ask her what soured her mood, it would have to wait until his lust had been satisfied. Even now his cock strained against his jeans, leaking precum and aching to feel her soft heat surrounding him.

But he lifted his mouth. “You’re wearing far too many clothes.”

He helped her remove her coat and then her top. The jean skirt he shoved to her waist along with the flimsy lace see-through negligee. The ivory lace drove him mad with lust. It was virginal and made him want to defile her.

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