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“I’d rather make you scream; help you claw your way to the top. You’ll need an attitude adjustment to get there, but I don’t mind using your own tools against you.” I grab his stool and pull it closer to me. “I won’t fuck you unless you’re begging for it, and we both know your pride won’t let you beg. Guess we’re at an impasse.”
“I don’t cuddle,” I say, backing up towards him. Backing up so far that my ass hits his groin and my back hits his chest. “I hate cuddling.” “Okay,” he says, half asleep. I back up a little more because… “I’ll be your wall, Mercer.” Goddamn him for getting it. His arm drapes over my hip, and I resent myself for grabbing his hand and forcing it against my chest. I still hate cuddling. “Now go the fuck to sleep.”
“You should come with a warning label. Little Demon: All. The. Hazards. All of them. I’m sewing it in all your clothes.”
“Not in love, my ass,” Bronson scoffs.
Blake never takes his hand off my lower back. He never butts in while I’m talking, and he doesn’t try to tone me down or encourage me to say more than I’m willing to. He is the only person in my whole life to treat me with this level of respect, and to be honest, I love it so much it’s overwhelming. Verge of a panic attack overwhelming.
He asked me how to dominate me without making me feel worthless… Well, by loving me. By doing exactly what he’s doing. By respecting me. By proving to me that he cares without treating me like I’m broken.
“I respect you,” he tells me, making me whimper. “But I will fucking use you like you want to be used. I can do both. Understand?”
“You’re going to ruin my life,” Blake says with a smile on his face. “And make it fucking fun. You’re going to be my brat when you want to be, my partner all the time, and my good little boy when you need to be reminded how fucking important you are. You know what I’m going to be for you?” I shake my head, crying again. Desperate to know what he’s going to be for me. Wondering if he’s as psychotic as I am, falling this hard this soon. “Everything. Yours. You fucking own me, Mercer. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Blake?” “Yeah, baby.” “Thanks for… seeing me.” He smiles at me, still sweaty and exhausted. “I’ll never stop looking, Mercer.”
he is my precious little baby and I will stop at nothing to ensure he is safe.
even if there is some diabolical plan to ruin the Palmerstons. I’ll just make Mercer not a Palmerston.
“Losing you isn’t an option for me anymore.”
“Fuck knows how you did it, little demon, but you did.” His lips move against mine, kissing and confessing together. “Did what?” “Made me yours.”
“Housekeeper?” Blake asks, walking down the hall without a shirt on. As much as I love the view, I’m fucking seething. That body is mine to look at and mine alone. The dagger flies right by his head and sticks into the ridiculous photo of a bunch of piano keys on his wall. He doesn’t even flinch, but he sure as shit smirks deeper. “Morning, demon.” He steals the latte I already stole and yanks his hoodie right off my body and throws it on. He sets a gentle kiss on my sneering lips that feels a lot like a taunt, so I call him a dick and grab a new hoodie from the couch.
“I’m plugging you, bathing you, feeding you, and putting you to bed.” I scoff. “I don’t need the aftercare.” He kicks his bedroom door open. “I don’t care. I need it.” Oh. I go completely warm. Gooey. Holy shit, I love him.
Aaron grabs my chair and spins me to face him. “Do not shut down. If you shut down, she wins. This is where you shine, Mercer. This is where you put your mind to use, lean on the rest of us to help you, and figure something out. You are not alone in this, hear me? You are not alone.”
“I love you, Mercer.” “But?” “No buts.” He struggles not to get weepy, but in the end, he lets out a dramatic whine, covers his face, and doesn’t complain when I uncover it. “I fucking love you.” I kiss him. “Love me harder,” he demands. Any-fucking-time.
I’m just sitting here trying not to slam a knife through his eye socket for everything he ever did to Mercer, but mostly, for attempting to murder him that night in the cabin.
“But if you ever so much as look at him again, I won’t botch the hit like you did.”
“I bought it. Never moved in. Will you fucking live here with me, you satanic little demon?”
“What temperature do you like the thermostat at?” “Oh my god,” he groans. “Whatever you like it at! We both know I’m a fucking pushover for you.”
“Thank you for believing in me, Blake,” I whisper, feeling warm. I lean forward to press my lips to his forehead. “Thank you for loving me, even when I didn’t know what it meant.” I kiss his hair softly. Blake’s arms wrap around my back and he holds me close. “Thanks for loving me back, little demon.”
