Page 110 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
“I could scream.”
“You did last night.” His lips brushed my ear.
Heat scorched my face as his hand slid lower, possessive, like he already owned me. Maybe he did. Maybe I’d signed it all away with my body, with every cry of his name against those damn sheets.
“I hate you,” I snapped, breath catching when he pressed against me.
“You hate how much you need me,” he corrected, dragging his mouth along my jaw, voice smug. “And that’s why you’ll obey.”
His thumb pressed against the button of my jeans.
“Laurent—”
“I said welcome back, Lucia. I suggest you say thank you—unless you’d rather do that on your knees.”
On my knees?
Somehow, the thought of me undoing him felt empowering. I pushed his hands away from my waistband and reached for his belt, tugging on the black leather.
He stilled.
For half a second, he didn’t move, didn’t breathe—just stared down at me with something volatile burning in his eyes. Not surprise. Not satisfaction. Something darker.
I didn’t break the stare as I dragged the belt free of the loops, the leather hissing like a warning.
“Is this what you wanted?” I asked, low and steady, fingers brushing the buckle.
His smile wasn’t kind. It was razor-sharp.
“No,” he said, voice like velvet drawn over steel. “It’s what you want.”
I hated that he might be right. I hated that my hands didn’t tremble. That my mouth watered.
That I couldn’t pretend this wasn’t deliberate.
I popped the button on his trousers.
He exhaled harshly.
“Good girl,” he muttered. “Now thank me properly.”
I tugged on the small black zipper, eying the bulge beneath the soft material. He slid his jacket off, tossing it toward the bed. It hit the edge before slowly sliding off and crumpling on the ground.
Not so perfect after all, Mr Dickhead.
While he worked on unbuttoning his shirt, I eased him out.
His hiss was sharp and the sound almost made me smile.
Chapter 15
Laurent
I dragged my shirt out of the way to see her grip my cock. She lifted it and licked me from beneath. The tip of her tongue touched the base before she flattened it to lick her way to the head.
Fuck.
I began to swell in her hand, forgetting my panic when I found her gone. The thought of chipping her still felt like an option. She had suggested it, though.
