Page 12 of Monster's Naughty List
Fire burned in my baby girl’s eyes as my brother told her twenty-four hours. I loved seeing the heat in her determined gaze, and I decided to make it my mission to make sure that spark in her was never doused again. I could see the hesitation in her each time she spoke her mind, and I wanted to understand why that was. To be honest, I wanted to understand every piece of her.
The innate draw I felt to her was indescribable, and it had me acting like one of the moody teenagers who had summoned us in the past. Brash, irritable, confused. Feelings of jealousy were flaring up every time she even breathed in the direction of my brothers, and I didn’t know what to do about it. What could I do? I had no right to feel that way, I knew that. But it didn’t stop me, nonetheless.
I needed her like I needed lust to live. The moment she had told me to stop touching her and implied she didn’t want to be near me again, I had felt like my future was crumbling around me. It had hurt more than any physical wound someone could inflict upon me.
But then I had seen through her rage to the vulnerable underside of her words, and what I saw was someone just as fearful of giving in to these feelings as I was. Because then they would be real, and we’d be in an unknown territory, navigating choppy waters.
Her eyes glimmered with an emotion I couldn’t place from just the look on her face right now. It was a mask of indifference, like she was hiding something behind it. Something devious, if the twinkle in her eyes was any indicator at all.
“We’ll see about that,” she uttered softly to Rez after his statement about twenty-four hours. The fucker was still rubbing her feet, and I wanted to tear him out from under her and throw him against the wall. I wanted my fingers skimming against her, learning every curve and flair of her body.
Illogical anger shook me to my core as her words settled in and I watched my brother smile at her.
Was she implying she’d be done with us quickly? That she was going to rush this and send us on our way?
It was as if the reminder of why the hell we were here to begin with spurred the typical process within me to begin.
Rolling my shoulders, I pushed to my feet, groaning at my power pulsating just under the surface of my skin. It was like an itch from hell, and I felt the calling to begin this journey with her. It happened every time we had a charge. We felt their needs and would work on each emotion with them individually, in the order they needed it.
Looked like I was first up, but this time, I wanted to be her firstandher last. I wanted to be her everything, and I would show her exactly what I was capable of. I had never touched a charge before. Had never even felt the urge to do so, despite stirring the lust within them. Usually, I would trap their mind within my own, as we all did, and would hold them in that in-between world of their subconscious, letting their needs play out wherever their brain took it as I prodded. It felt like reality to them in those hours.
This time…I’d truly be playing it out in reality with her. The way her body called to me, like the most delicious temptation I couldn’t deny, wasn’t an opportunity I’d ever pass up. Perhaps I should have, if I was a better Algeah. But I wasn’t. I’d take any scrap of her she’d give me, with her body and her heart.
“Let’s go, Tinsley,” I ordered, knowing I’d get a rise out of her by using her name. Despite being able to feel her carnal urges and desires, there was a huge difference between the wants of the body and the wants of the heart, and I needed her to realize I didn’t just inspire the former.
I couldn’t read how she felt in any other capacity with my powers, but I’d be blind to not see how her shoulders sagged ever so slightly, or the way her eyes fell to the floor in grim acceptance when I used her name and not “baby girl”.
She loved the intimacy of a pet name but was struggling to accept that she wanted that and more. This was the smallest way to prod her that I could come up with for now.
There was something more between us and her, and I’d be damned if I didn’t use this time together to bring those emotions to the surface in tandem with her lust. I’d make an inferno of passion within her body until she was consumed in every facet of her being, forcing her to admit what she wanted to herself. There would be no other choice.
When her eyes lifted, she glared at me, the fire returning to her beautiful green eyes as she sassed, “I’m not a dog. I don’t come when you command it.”
Fucking hell, she made my cock as hard as the metamorphic rocks our home was covered in. At first, I’d thought she would be a flighty submissive, but I’d felt a piece of her unfurl as the tips of my fingers pressed into her neck.
She wanted to feel dominated, but not in an abusive or overbearing way. No, my baby girl wanted a safe environment where she could trust another person to always take care of her, knowing it would always end in pleasure. Her mouth continued to get brattier with each interaction, and it was a sign for me that she was beginning to allow that relationship to form between us. It was her challenge to me: if you want it, you’ve got to work for it.
“What if I put a collar and chain on you? Will you come for me then?” My question was pointed, and by the way her skin flushed and her long lashes fluttered, she knew exactly which way I meant it.
Such a beautiful shade of pink. I craved bending her over and swatting her ass until it reached that exact color. I’d soothe the soft skin there, caressing it between swats as I watched the way her mouth opened in pleasured gasps.
I’d never get tired of that flustered look on her face. Her innocence shone through with these interactions, and my chest puffed up every time, thinking that perhaps she hadn’t experienced much sexually in her life. That I could open her eyes and show her a new world she’d never want to leave.
She’d blossom under my touch, of that I was sure.
Deciding to give her a reprieve from our banter in front of my brothers, I explained, “Each of us will have time with you to help individually with your different emotions. This is just a part of the process that we must begin.”
Her nose scrunched up in defiance as her arms crossed under her breasts, “Why do you get to go first?”
A deep chuckle rumbled through my chest as I winked. “Baby girl, don’t worry. I’ll make sure you go before I do, if that’s your concern.”
Well, that reprieve hadn’t lasted as long as I’d intended, but she made it impossible to focus. I’d tried—not very hard, but I’d tried. It seemed being bashful and discreet just wasn’t in my nature.
Rez shot me looks that promised a world of pain if I kept this up, but I only smirked in response. My baby girl had made it clear to him that she liked my banter and was completely fine with it. He was just being a possessive fuck, but I wasn’t giving my girl up.
With a heavy sigh, she removed her blanket, tossing it on the back of the smaller couch, and sliding her legs off of my brother’s lap, and pushing to her feet.
“Thanks for the foot massage. That felt amazing,” she mumbled to Rez, and his eyes sparked with her attention.
