Page 59 of Innocent Intentions

I can’t help smiling at the memory of her annoyance when she woke up on my side of the bed again.

Like clockwork.

I, of course, dragged her to my side as soon as her breathing evened out. Yes, I did stay awake just to do it. No, I don’t regret it. There will be no more cold nights without her in my arms. Staying up just to watch her fall asleep isn’t a hardship. It’s a privilege.

I woke up before her but stayed on top of her for a while basking in her warmth. Enjoying how small she feels beneath me.

Eventually, I got up to make her coffee. And like Pavlov’s dogs, she woke up as soon as the smell hit her nose.

Her cheeks were rosy from sleep, her hair a wild mess. It’s the most docile I’ve ever seen her. I wanted to gather her in my arms and never let go.

For once, she wasn’t biting at me or pushing me away. She was just soft. Open. Unburdened.

Mine.

The sight of me shirtless and holding coffee brought a dreamy smile to her face. The absence of a shirt may not have been accidental. All’s fair in love and war, right?

But the spell broke when I sat on the edge of the bed. She realized where she was and huffed. She tried to move back to her side without spilling her coffee. It was adorable.

She doesn’t suspect that I’m the reason she wakes up on my side. I have no intention of correcting her. If she thinks it’s her subconscious pulling her toward me, then soon enough, the rest of her will follow suit.

Movement catches my eye and my gaze flicks to the security feed.

I have it minimized to the corner of my monitor. I’ve improved. I only check every five minutes now instead of every minute. It’s better like this. More manageable.

Having her out of my sight creates a new stressor. If too much time passes, I get heartburn.

But there she is.

Playing fetch with Benny. Or trying to. Which is going about as well as you’d expect with her lazy dog.

If she throws the ball further than fifty feet, Benny flops to the ground and starts chewing a stick instead. Then Rob, one of the few guards I trust enough to watch her, has to run to get the ball. Like a damn dog. Except the actual damn dog won’t do it.

I should be annoyed.

Instead, I’m entertained.

I suspect Margot does it on purpose. Making the guard run laps just for her amusement. A little act of defiance. My spitfire.

Her rebellious streak is one of the things I love most about her. She’s so full of fight. So alive.

I was bored before I took her.

But now?

Every second has been exciting. She awakened something in me that’s long been at rest.

I don’t want to smother her fire.

I just want to tame it.

My cock stirs at the thought.

Taming her.

Breaking her down, just to build her back up into mine.

Being the only one to have her obedience.

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