Page 84 of His to Have
That pissed me off, because he didn’t even stop to consider it. “I’m not a child. I was only asking as a courtesy.” I tried to brush past him, but he side stepped me standing firm, my chest bumping into his.
“You done?” He asked, a hint of challenge in his eyes and frustration rose in my chest.
“No. Matter of fact, I’m not, Teo. You said this marriage wouldn’t swallow me whole. You promised me balance.”
His jaw flexed, but he calmly asked, “What do you think I’m trying to do?”
“What I think?” I scoffed.
Was I being dramatic, and maybe a bit bratty? Yes. But I’ve had too much time sitting in the house while he made decisions for the both of us. They were for my benefit, but that didn’t stop me from being annoyed.
“I think you forgot that I’m grown. I think you forgot I’m not going to just accept anything. You forgot I had responsibilities before this marriage.” I jabbed my finger in his chest, but he caught it before it could fully land.
The grip he held on my finger was firm, but not tight. His brow lifted slightly, like he was daring me to keep poking at the beast we both knew lay within him. Up until today our disagreements had always been surface-level. This was the first time I felt tension crackling between us.
When his gaze landed on me it was flat, and barely readable. “You done now?”
“I don’t like being controlled Teo. If you try it’s gonna piss me the fuck off.”
That did it.
He moved so fast I barely registered the shift—crowding my space, pressing me gently but firmly until my back hit the front door.
“I let you get away with talking a whole lot of shit,Amore.”
One hand slid up the length of my throat. He wasn’t choking me, but one hand loosely wrapped around my neck, his thumb brushing slowly over my racing pulse.
“Because I know you’re tired. Because I know you’ve had an exhausting week. Because I know you are only use to the man that worships the very ground you walk on. And that part will never change.”
His thumb left the spot on my neck and travel to my lips. He stroked them softly. Then his tone dropped into something darker.
“But keep running this pretty little mouth… and see how I decide to shut it. Before, I couldn’t do the shit I wanted to. But now?” His lips finally lifted into a slow smirk, showing me the first sign of emotion. I didn’t know whether to be turned on or to be nervous by whatever just crossed his mind. “Let’s not forget who you said I do to. I’ll fuck all that tension, and slick talk right up out ya, Ayanna.”
The way he said my name… it knocked the air clean out of my lungs. It wasn’t Amore, or Yanna. It was my full name. He wasn’t makingsome random threat, he was delivering a promise that instantly deflated all of my bravado, and turned my annoyance into straight up need.
Because now I needed him.... inside of me. And for the first time, in a moment of frustration, my body yielded to him in ways my mind couldn’t control. Or even know how to process.
“Now... you still talking your shit? Or, are you finished?” Two lone fingers dragged a path across my cheek, down to my neck, and finally rested dead center on my cleavage.
Intense, dark eyes captivated me, holding me under their control.
Of course, I wanted to keep talking my shit. I still had plenty to say, but his gaze was too engrossing.
“Yeah, you still mad.” He chuckled, but I could tell this wasn’t the kind of humorous laugh where he thought something was actually funny.
Nah, this laugh was laced with something else entirely.
Dropping his fingers from my chest, and taking a step back he issued a one-word command that I couldn’t resist. “Bedroom.”
“Why you insist on fighting me?” Teo’s question settled over me as two hard thrusts rocked me from behind, slapping forcefully into my damp skin. His fingers tangled through my hair, the tips of his fingers grazing my scalp in slow, possessive strokes. “Hmm? Don’t you know this is for your protection?” He breathed, yanking my hair back with just enough force to make me meet his gaze.
A sheen of sweat covered my entire body. Tiny beads dotted my forehead, and fine droplets trickled down the center of my breasts. Pleasure touched me everywhere... my pulsating pussy... my sensitive titties, and the warm skin of my ass cheeks where Teo seemed to lose himself. Though he never lost control, his movements stayed deep and deliberate.
“But you insist on being a brat? Why you being difficult with me?” He murmured close to my ear, before biting the sensitive skin there.
The sharp sensation sent a flood of warmth to his rock-hard erection, coating him, as he expanded inside of me, filling me... fully. The moan that fought to be free was stifled by the intrusion of his tongue. Aggressively and hungrily, his tongue pushed to the back of my mouth and expertly explored me as if I was the most exquisite thing he’d ever tasted. Soft whimpers escaped me, followed byneedy pleas as I surrendered… tohim. Surrendered to the fact that he was not going to ask for permission to protect me. That he would move heaven and earth if that meant keeping me safe. That this was something I would have to accept. And rebelling against it would get me nowhere but face down, ass up, and taking back shots.
The minute I found my voice, I whimpered, incoherently, “I- I’m sorry. I just wanted to get out. I was feeling c-caged.”
