Page 87 of Indulge
I nod.
“Use those words.”
“Yes, sir. I don’t just want this. I want you.”
He gives me a grin. Fuck, he’s gorgeous like this.
“You said you’d do exactly what I tell you,” his voice a low threat that makes my pulse stutter.
“Guess it’s time to see if you meant it.”
“Kiss me, Irish,” I whisper, testing him.
He leans in and stops. I smile against his lips.
“Rule one, Princess,” he breathes. “I’m in charge.”
The words hit me deep in my core, and by the time I realize what’s happening, I’m already moving.
I straddle him, the hem of my dress bunching at my thighs, my breath caught somewhere between fear and thrill. The gearshift presses into my leg, the air between us sharp enough to cut.
“Careful with your next move,” he warns. “You’re playing with fire.”
“Maybe I want to get burned.”
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She straddles me like she’s winning a war she doesn’t understand.
Her hands find my shoulders, her body pressing close, and all I can think about is how goddamn good she feels. How she always smells like sin.
She moves again, slow, testing me. My jaw flexes.
“Jesus, Bella,” I mutter, one hand clamping around her throat. “You really don’t listen, do you?”
Her grin is pure trouble. “I’m just doing exactly what you said.”
I pull her towards me and crush my mouth to hers.
The kiss isn’t gentle, not even close; it’s a collision. A fight for control I never planned to lose. Her nails scrape my neck, and I swallow her gasp like a reward.
She tastes like sweet cocktails and defiance.
And I’m already addicted.
Bella King is mine.
My hands find her hips, dragging her against me until her breath hitches, her body trembling with every shift.
“I need to get you home, Princess,” I rasp.
Her lips brush mine when she whispers, “Please.”
Before she can blink, my hand fists in her hair, the other gripping her thigh rough enough to mark her pale skin.
She lets out a sound that makes my control fracture down the middle.
