Page 28 of Scarred Heir
“I wouldn’t have pegged you as the defiant type.” I swiped her hair to the side as I lowered my lips to her neck. “You seem quiet and obedient.” I brushed my mouth along her collarbone. “Who are you, Sable? A fierce lioness or a little, lost kitten?”
“Who do you want me to be?”
“I like that response.” I swirled my tongue around her nipple, blowing my warm breath over it. “Tonight, I want the kitten.”
As I taunted her nipples with my teeth, I unbuttoned her jeans.
“Milo,” she whispered. “I don’t…”
“Go with it.” I lowered her zipper as I kissed my way down her smooth stomach, taking in her ribcage and slender hips. “I’ve been thinking about you all week.” I dropped to my knees. “I don’t like losing focus, especially when it comes to my business.”
I removed her slip-on, canvas sneakers and took off her socks, admiring her small feet. Her toenails were polished a light purple. When I tugged her jeans down her legs, she lost her balance and stumbled toward me, slamming her hands into my shoulders.
“You’re not a very efficient listener.” I helped her out of her pants as she steadied herself against me. “What did I tell you about your hands?”
“I was going to fall.” Letting go of me, she stoodawkwardly in nothing but a tiny, cotton pair of pink panties. I didn’t even care that she had let go of the post. I was too aroused by the sight of her perfection.
If I had any doubts about bringing her into my home, they were forgotten. Her beauty mesmerized me, and her shy, submissive nature provoked me. The thought of molding her into anything I wanted her to be pushed to the forefront of my indecent thoughts. The obscene things I could make her do while showing her the ultimate pleasure enticed me.
“I’m going to give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of.” I stood and nudged her onto her back on the center of the bed. “I’ll make your life easier, and in return, you’re going to do what I tell you to do without hesitation.”
“You can have any woman you want.” She gazed up at me as she bit the corner of her lip. “Why me?”
“Because you need me.” I unbuttoned my pants and lowered the zipper enough to release the pressure on my erect cock. “That gives me the control.”
I should have told her that I thought she was a goddess made for only me. But then I would be surrendering to her, and I learned a long time ago never to give up the power.
I climbed on top of her, pressing my body to hers as I hitched her leg over my hip. “I can make your life better.” I shifted my pelvis forward, grazing my cock against her pussy. “I want you to submit to me.”
“That’s too vague.” She closed her eyes when I thrust into her. “I can’t surrender everything. I can’t lose myself to you.”
“You’re already lost.”
“What if I can’t give you what you’re asking of me?”
“Your submission is the price for my help.” I ran mytongue along her lips. “And since I’ve already done what I said I was going to do, you owe me.”
Having her at my mercy made the possibilities endless for me. Even if she was here to pay off her debt, owing me would work in her favor. I could keep her safe while making sure her moron brother stayed out of trouble.
“I have a condition,” she whispered against my lips.
“That’s not how this works.” I continued to rub my cock into her panties. “You don’t get to negotiate.”
“I just want…” She wrapped her other leg around my waist and moved with me. “I…”
“Tell me what you want, kitten.” Fuck, if I didn’t allow her to distract me with her request, I would rip her panties off and plunge inside her with no regard. “I’ll see what I can do.”
She caressed my jaw with her delicate fingers before moving them slowly across my lips. That was enough to make me almost lose it in my pants.
“I want you to kiss me like you did at the club,” she breathed out. “Make me forget who I am.”
Where the fuck has she been my whole life?
“I can do more than make you forget who you are.” I cupped the side of her face. “I can change the path you’re on, but you have to trust me.”
She had been plaguing my thoughts since the moment she walked away from me in the alleyway. The issue wasn’t that she had left. I told her to go. It was the way I reacted to her turning her back to me and pretending that she could manage on her own.
I wanted to be the one to take care of her. The urge to fix her life was too strong, so I had to let her walk away. She came back. That had to mean something.
