Curiosity (Blackwood After Dark, #1)

by Christina C. Jones

Or is naivete about to get the inquisitive kitty disciplined for her prying?”

“I’m gonna fuck that pretty mouth of yours until there are tears running down your face.”

“You’re gonna get somebody’s eyes snatched out.” “For what?” I whispered back. “For looking too hard.”

“You’re working on another punishment – and this time, I’m gonna do it in front of everybody, to make it absolutely clear who you belong to.”

He stared at me for a long moment, then tightened the grip on my neck. “Beyond your desire to simply be rebellious, look me in the face and tell me you don’t want everything I have planned for you?”

“My problem was that the first time I saw you outside of your professional attire, I had to share the view with everyone else. This time… it’s just for me.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I do love to see you dolled up, but… I also absolutely enjoy the sight of you completely undone,” he smirked, running his tongue over his lips. “Your face flushed, hair a mess, unable to hold back your moans… I want it all.”

“I’m not a fan of your bratty behavior right now,” he said, dragging me against him. “What if I don’t give a fuck what you’re a fan of?”

“How is it too much, Celeste? You threw a tantrum to get my attention, now you have it.”

My mouth dropped. “Be for real right now – I didn’t want any of this. You barged into my life, my business, and my body, you’ve done nothing but demand my attention,” I snapped. “But the moment I let you know you’re being dismissive, you want to act as if I’m some clingy loser bitch? Boy, kiss my ass.”

He washed me from head to toe. Thoroughly, then rinsed me off. Dried me. Lotioned me. All without a word.