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“Stop.” I press back against his advances with my knuckles. “I work here. Don’t do this.” His tone drops further, his smile in his voice, along with something else, something dangerous and him. “How do you want me to act, Shoshanna? Like I don’t know the colour of your pussy? Like I don’t know the way your sweat smells and tastes? Like I don’t know you have a bite? Where’s my crazy girl in there?”
She was mine the moment I saw her five months ago. She’ll be mine ‘til the day I die. But I’ll be hers for even longer. Fuck, I’m a romantic dipshit.
“Turn the light on,” I plead, my words muffled against his palm. “No,” he says softly. “You’ll like sensory deprivation. You can hide in the darkness of my making. Relying on all your other senses. All the feelings I offer you because you deserve them. Because you’re such a good girl. So grown up. So strong. So beautiful.” He slides his hand away from my mouth slightly, allowing me to speak. “Have you been told that lately, baby?”
“Each time you let him touch your skin, your hair.” He cups me between the legs, and I press myself shamelessly against his palm. “This pussy, you have cheated on me. He owes me a debt, baby. As do you.”
“Please save your pity. I just don’t conv—" My words are cut off at the sight of Bronson striding towards me, towering over the other people scattered around the balcony, a wide grin etched across his deadly handsome face. I blink at him and he stares at me as though I’m lit from behind like an angel. It’s his love look. He gets within a few steps of us, his eyes never leaving mine, and for a moment all I feel is the intense fluttering of my heart. Then he lowers his shoulder and flips the guy I was talking to over the balcony.
“You have been my distraction from the moment I saw you by the pool, baby. On your belly. With that slip of olive skin between your jeans and your shirt. From the moment I open my eyes in the morning to when I close them again at night, you are my beautiful distraction.”
She doesn’t have anyone to blame but herself. My baby... She knows me better than this. Did she really think I was going to let her go back to him?
“Don’t fight me, baby,” he orders. “I know you’re a lioness. I think he may have caged you. I don’t want to cage you... I want my wild girl back. But I really want to spend tonight making my lioness purr. Making her remember.”
“I want to hear you purr,” he says. “And I won’t let you come until you do. I want to see your back curve. Tits jiggle. Hips roll.” I let out a moan. My pelvis lifts on its own accord. “That’s good. Good girl. Give me more. I want your pussy in the shape of my fingers tonight.”
“No one can save you from me, baby, because—" He grunts with the onslaught of his fingers, puncturing me with each word as he growls, “You. Are. Mine. Even your breath. Mine. Say. It.” My world spins as I whimper, “I’m. Yours.”
“What if someone doesn’t let us? What if someone tells us we’re too young? We’re underage.” I just grin. “Then I’ll kill them.” She chuckles through a little sigh because she’s crazy and I’m mad and we love it. “Okay, nutcase.”
His brows pinch in together, and he tilts his head, a ghost of sadness shifting through his gemstone eyes. “I didn’t make him bad, baby,” he says, with a remorseful shake of his head. “I’d love to play the villain for you. But... he just was bad. We all are.”
“Because even though I might fucking melt... I still want to know the warmth of the flame.”
“You need me.” Pulling me into his lap, his body still tight, he says. “I do need you, baby. But not just now, always. You’re it. You’re my peace. My quiet place.”
“I’m bones, blood, muscles, and movement, but nothing else, nutcase. With you though, I’m loved and loving and aware and awake. And I can be, me. Crazy. A bitch. An angel. Me.”
