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“Oh, don’t get off your knees for me, Darlin’. I quite liked you down there.”
I should bend her over a fucking chair and spank her till her ass was red just to teach her a little lesson, my handprint the only thing she could feel.
“I’ll only tell you my name if you’re a good little slut and beg for it.”
him. He was an asshole, the biggest prick I’d ever met, and yet, a part of me wanted to be on my knees before him, at his command.
“I’d be careful mouthing off while you’re on your knees before me. Never know what I’ll fill this little mouth with to make you shut up.”
“You’re fucking begging for it, Darlin’. That’s a dangerous thing.”
“Swallow your fear, Darlin’. Don’t let it control you. Bend that fear to your advantage and use it as fuel.”
“The only one you need to be afraid of in this world is me, Brynne. Anyone else, and I won’t hesitate to kill them.” He brought his face closer to mine. “I own that part of you.”
I’d half expected her to slap me, and I probably would’ve been fine if she did, but this was beyond what I anticipated. I didn’t want her to hate me—to think I didn’t want her hands on me. Fuck, I wanted every ounce of her attention.
way. If being the villain was what it took to keep her safe, I’d be the fucking villain.
Booker handled me the way I’d always wanted to be handled, like a flower that could withstand being plucked, picked, and cut. My exterior walls hid the delicateness of my heart, and he’d penetrated them with ease. He challenged me, breaking down my barriers and building them up at the same time.
“You’re the only woman I do fucking feel for, Brynne, and it pisses me the fuck off.”
There was only so many times I was willing to fuck with fate,
I hated fireball, but fuck me for wanting to know what it tasted like on her tongue.
If anyone hurt my girl, I’d gut the fucker who thought he could get away with it. Rip his sternum wide open and remove organ after organ while he begged for mercy. But that’s where he’d fucked up big time. I didn’t grant mercy to those who took what was mine. I rid them of every bloody piece inside them, the thing that kept them living, because that’s what it felt like in this moment, not knowing where Brynne was.
“See, that’s the problem, Lance. You’re playing a part in being a bad guy.” I looked up again, meeting his gaze. “But I’m not acting.” I moved a hand to my shirt as if I was simply rubbing an itch. “I am the fucking villain.”
In Booker’s arms, I was safe, but in the way that kept my heart racing and my mind on the edge of its seat. He was fear itself and a warm blanket wrapped in one.
