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That brings me pause.
I stare down at the smiley closest to me—not a fresh one but an old, silvery scar. It’s healed and warped but a smile all the same. And it suits Abel—painfully so.
And part of me is glad he’s found a way to deal with his demons.
I only wish I had a way to deal with mine.
“Well, when you’re with me, I don’t think you need lighters and burns, now do you, runt?” I ask, forcing my thoughts away from it all. I can’t—not yet.
Not today and probably not ever.
“I’ll always need it, regardless of you, Peris.” He spews his hatred like it’s all he knows—and fuck, it really is.
Andthatpisses me off.
I reach back and yank his braids and the strands of his bow with one hand until he yelps. “Fuck you if you think you have any say in what happens with that shit, runt. I don’t want you doing it.”
“You don’t control me.” It’s spoken low and cold and is such a fucking lie, I can’t help but laugh. I loosen my fingers into a caress and massage the base of his skull until he shivers. If he wants hot and cold, that’s what I’ll give him.
“Puppy, you’re a fool if you think I don’t have any control over you.” I lean back until my fingers barely graze his face, and then, I draw my foot to press my sock-covered toes against his crotch, flexing them against his rock-hard length, reminiscent of the locker room.The beginning of our madness.
“I mean, look at you right now. On the floor, on your knees, and hard for me. Some things never change.”
“That doesn’t say much, given what I’ve been through,” he snaps, huffing a breath through his nose as he shifts, subtly rubbing his dick against my foot. I huff a laugh and flex my foot,rubbing his shaft for a minute before dropping my foot to the floor again.
“Yeah, blaming that on your trauma is smart.” I drop down into a crouch, bringing us to eye-level. Abel readily avoids my gaze. “But I don’t think you want to fight me right now, do you runt?” I grab his crooked chin and bring it closer, pinching it tightly between my fingers.
“Fucking look at me.”
Molten silver meets golden-green, venom swirling in the depths. “What?” he snaps, teeth bared.
“Answer me.”
“No!”
“No, what?”
Come on, runt. Give it to me.
“No, I don’t want to fucking fight!” he shouts, but it comes out broken, more of a raspy whisper that he chokes on.
My heart soars.
I’ve finally broken Abel Silver.
“Good. Cause I’m thinking I’d rather play with you and then fuck you for a while. How does that sound, runt? You wanna be my puppy for a while?”
“Your… puppy?” he asks, voice gravelly. It makes my dick throb.
“Yeah.” I rub my thumb along his temple.Come on, ask me.
“What do I do?” he asks, brows furrowing and lips turning downward.
“Listen to me,” I snark. “Think you can manage that?”
“Fuck you,” he snaps, nostrils flaring. I lift a brow, deadpan, waiting. “Fine,Peri,” he finally relents with a breath. “I’ll be your fucking puppy.”
CHAPTER 12
