Page 57 of Unhinged Cravings
“What does it matter, Emerson? It shouldn’t. You don’t own me, and I don’t own you. It shouldn’t matter that it meant nothing to you.”
A wounded look passed over his features. He released my neck, his hands sliding down my arms until they locked on my wrists. With a quick move, he pinned them above my head, thefingers of one hand holding them tight as his other dragged down my body, causing trailing goosebumps. An exhale slipped from my lips, and he gave me a devious smirk.
“I’m disappointed, wildcat.” I sucked the breath back in as he lifted my shirt, moving over my hip and cupping my breast, rubbing my nipple through the fabric of my bra. “That you would accuse me of something I didn’t do.” A pinch to my nipple caused me to lurch into him.
“But you?—”
He lowered his face to mine, dragging his stubble over my cheek and his hand back down my body. “Have several clubs to run and oversee.” He pushed my skirt up, his hand tracing my thigh until it shoved my underwear aside. “I stopped in to have a drink and do business.”
I started to respond, but his finger slid through me.
“Shit, you’re wet, sweetheart.”
I groaned, hating how easily he destroyed me with his words and touches. “Did that business include a woman?” I snapped in response.
A finger drove into me, and I cried out. “No, because I thought I had a woman here who could satisfy me. But then I come home to find her flirting with one of my men and completely soaked.”
Another finger and the motion had me chasing the pleasure they promised me.
“Are you drenched because of another man?”
“You’re an asshole,” I said, my teeth gritted.
“I never said I wasn’t.” His fingers rushed from me, and I whined like a freaking idiot. “Now be a good girl and tell me who has you so wet.”
“Damn it,” I grumbled. “You do.”
“Good girl,” he murmured in my ear before his fingers drove back into me. “Tell me who ownsyou, Ava.”
“Nobody owns me,” I said, trying to think straight when all I wanted to do was come.
His fingers freed from me and circled my clit, putting pressure on just the right spot so my body became his to command.
“Do you want me to claim you, wildcat?” Fingers filled me again and my legs trembled. “To own you?”
It went against everything I was, but every part of me screamed yes. That I wanted to be his and only his. That this was so much more than some confusion about how our relationship had started.
“Tell me what you want, Ava.” He drew his fingers from me and grabbed my chin with them. “Tell me you want that, and I will protect you from every demon out there and claim you as mine.”
“And if I don’t?” I searched his eyes, seeing the emotion behind them, the words he wasn’t saying.
“Then I’ll walk away now. Lock you back in your room and never touch you or speak to you again. Send you home when I have what I need.”
He dropped his hand and lowered his head, licking my chin where moisture still sat. His hand wrapped around my waist and pulled me into his firmness. “Tell me.” There was a desperation to his demand, a pained sound.
His hand caressed my ass, then pushed my skirt over my hips until his fingers settled between my legs again.
What did I want? To run like I always did, to pretend this was nothing, that he hadn’t already left a brand on me? To deny that his touches were all I would ever crave if I said no.
His fingers drove back into me as his mouth draped over my cheek. I was tired of running, tired of searching, and to pretend my search hadn’t led me to him would leave me empty.
“Tell me, wildcat. Who owns you?” he demanded as he kissed my neck.
My body trembled from the building climax and the revelation that I was about to voice.
“You do,” I breathed just as I crumbled. My orgasm hit me like a rogue wave that pulled me under and drowned me. A cry tore from me, but he silenced it with a kiss that destroyed me to my core. I was still convulsing, coming down from my bliss, when he removed his fingers. He lifted me and filled me, sending the residual bursts of my climax riveting through me.
His mouth devoured mine as I clutched to his back and squeezed my legs around him. Scratching at him, I said, “But only if you’re mine Emerson Tides,” between kisses. “Mine to own and mine to claim.”
