Page 31 of Gideon
“Ha! What is that supposed to mean?” I threw my head back, tossing him a quick, fiery look of defiance. He didn’t scare me. He aroused me. And he annoyed me. But he did not scare me.
“Careful, siren. You keep playing with fire and you’re bound to get burned.” His words rumbled through his chest as he spoke, the deep growling timbre of his voice resonating within my own. I couldn’t help the way my pussy began to drip in answer to his challenge.
“I’m sorry,” I pouted, finally turning towards him. “Was that supposed to frighten me?” I knew I was getting under his skin, but that is exactly what I found myself wanting to do. I felt more comfortable when he was being a dick. When I could be a right brat with him. It felt more natural. It felt right. When he was being open and honest and kind, it just made me…
It made me lower my walls and shields and let him in. And that couldnothappen. No matter what he and his brothers had planned. It didn’t matter. I could not let him in. But I could play while I had time.
“Last chance, darling. Push me further and I’ll show you just what I do with those fucking ropes,” he growled. Nowthatsparked my attention. I was helpless to shield the way my face lit up, the way my eyes widened in excitement at the prospect of learning about his kink up close and personal; first hand.
I took a deep breath, turned to face him, and narrowed my eyes as I made my decision, plunging headfirst into the fire without caution or concern. “If you’re too much of a coward to tell me the truth about your silly little kinks, then I understand.” I reached up, ignoring his wide, shocked eyes, as I patted his cheek with my hand. “Poor baby Gideon.”
His eyes pierced me with a narrowed glance that set that spark of arousal into a blazing inferno.
Oh, shit!
His hand shot out, wrapping around my throat again, as he pulled me closer to him, our lips just barely meeting as he breathed out his words. “No turning back now,” he growled his promise with a heated truth that seated itself deep inside myself.
I narrowed my eyes right back at him, refusing to let his grip sink me into that tingly, pleasure-filled space. No, this would not be like before. This was going to be a battle. One I didn’t plan on winning, but he didn’t need to know that.
“You choose to let me play then, vixen?” It was like his entire demeanor had changed. The way his entire attitude switched from this sassy asshole into this sensual creature that made my mouth go dry and my apex grow slippery and wet. “I will only ask once.”
“I’m not afraid of you,” I scoffed, pushing down my rampant desire for him and refusing to give up my role as the mouthy brat, even if it was far more difficult than I could put into words.
“That wasn’t a yes, darling,” he teased, still holding my gaze locked to his.
“And what if I say no?” I tossed back, narrowing my eyes at him, unafraid of his challenge.
“Is that your choice?” he bit out. What was it about that rasp in his voice and the way he spoke that was making this even hotter than our previous encounters? “It’s simple. One word. Three letters,” he taunted.
Oh, I could play this game. I could play this game and win.
“Hmm. That simple, huh?” I smirked.
“That fucking simple.”
“Hmm, cat?” I quirked an eyebrow, pretending to think hard about my answer.
“Ah, ah. Strike one. That’s not it.” His lips quirked up into a smirk that matched my own.
This was happening. We were beginning a game that both of us were more than willing to play. A battle of wits. A confrontation of verbal fisticuffs. And Gideon Temple was going down.
“Oh, this is a tough one,” I sarcastically spat. “Let’s see… Oh, I know! Dog.” I smiled widely, as though I were proud of my answer. Honestly, if it pushed him further, then I was proud of it.
“Strike two, vixen. Last chance.” His voice was low, almost menacing, but all I felt was aching, quivering need for the way he pushed me right back. I wanted to see what he would do. I wanted him as out of control as he was making me. Or at least, almost making me. My control hung by a very thin thread.
The question was, did I give in? Did I say those three letters that he wanted me to say, and then get whatever this kinky chaos was that he spoke of? Or did I push and risk him calling it all off, leaving me questioning what would have been? A damn difficult choice, if ever there was one.
“Could it be, ba—” I began, but he growled, right against my lips as he leaned his head in closer to mine.
“Choose carefully. If you get it right, there will be no going back. If you get it wrong, Iwillwalk away. I will walk away and I will not look back.” His words hit me differently. They were not a warning, they were a promise. My mouth went dry, my jaw slacked open at his blatant and raw sexual prowess in that moment.
“I…” I stammered, cursing at the way my voice trembled.
“Choose. Wisely,” he bit out, his eyes burning into my own.
I thought about it. I wanted to fight him. To push him and make him lose control. But more than that, so much more than that, I needed to know what this was. What this deep secret of his could look like.
I waited only a moment longer before giving him my answer.
