Page 83 of Through the Flames
One look from her, and in my mind I was on my knees, praying to a God I didn’t believe in, just for another second of her.
Ella flashed me a cheeky smirk, mischief sparkling in her eyes.
“Didn’t think you’d still be hungry. For some reason, I thought you already had breakfast.” She hummed while slinking past me.
When she bent over to grab something from the fridge, I clenched my teeth hard enough to ache.
I’d told her no underwear in the house, and she was following my rule like it was gospel.
“Hunger doesn’t stop when the plate’s still walking around,” I replied flatly, taking a sip of my shake.
“You’re not even trying to sound normal anymore, are you?”
I shrugged, gulping down another mouthful.
Ella pulled out a bowl, scooping some yogurt into it. Then, meeting my stare head-on, she stuck her tongue out, licking the spoon exaggeratedly with a dramatic moan.
She knew what she was doing now, and if she didn’t, she was about to learn.
I thought she was done. Thought maybe she’d shut up and eat her damn yogurt.
But then—
“Rule one: I take what I want, when I want. Rule two: Ella does whatever Hunter’s malfunctioning robot brain decides is sexy.”
Malfunctioning robot brain?
I snorted. “Go ahead. Get it all out. Won’t be doing much talking later.”
Ella tilted her head, her smirk stretching wider. “Oh, I know why. Because if we break it down, every rule really means this:Rule one — Hunter’s horny. Rule two — Hunter’s still horny. Rule three — wear his shirts and feed his massive ego.”
She was laughing like she was untouchable.Cute.
“Keep going. Let’s see if you can still talk with my cock in your throat.”
“Promise?” She sassed like the brat she was.
She hopped up on the counter, phone in hand, with a smirk tugging at her mouth.
“Oh, would you look at that,” she said, scrolling through her phone while still licking the spoon exaggeratedly and feigning nonchalance. “Coach Daniels finally stepped down.Shocking. Wonder howthathappened…”
I met her gaze, drying my hands on a towel. “Huh. How curious. I have no idea.”
She snorted, rolled her eyes, and shook her head. My mind conjured images of me yanking her off the counter, ripping her shirt off, and marking her perfect, creamy skin with my teeth.
Bit by bit, I could feel my control slipping, like a noose pulling tighter and tighter around my neck.
You’d think a taste would’ve helped. That having had her on her knees, swallowing me down, would’ve bought me some peace.
It didn’t. It wrecked me. I’d been starving for years, and now I was feral.
I pictured her on her knees, with her perfect lips stretched around me, her eyes watering. My cock was throbbing so fucking hard it hurt.
She thought the rule meant I got to take what I wanted. But the truth?
She was the one undoing me.
Twenty Two
