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I grab her chin and her eyes flash open, locking with mine. “That’s it, baby, break for me,” I tell her, slipping my hand over my erection.
She opens her legs when I take my finger out and watch as she keeps teasing her pussy, but when I place my thumb on her clit while I push her fingers away and ram mine in her cunt, she comes, the orgasm tearing through her, moaning my name while she thrashes under me, collapsing back against the sheets.
“Good kitten,” I praise her, placing my hand on her neck, feeling her heartbeat pounding against her skin. She opens her eyes while she catches her breath. “I loved how your pussy clenched for me.” I try not to sound smug, but I do.
She narrows her eyes, and there is a challenge in them. “How long were you watching me?” she asks, her voice breathless and sexy. My cock gets rock hard, jutting out between us.
“Not long, but I liked the show,” I tell her, pulling up my boxers and pants, not bothering to close the zipper.
“Where did you go?” she asks, covering herself with the blankets. I want to rip them from her, but I know she needs a little time to collect herself. I already recognize her tells. The way she tries to settle her racing heart by taking a couple of small breaths. The way she stares out into nothingness before she totally focuses her attention on me to say something.
I glide my finger over the top of her collarbone from left to right while I settle my left knee on the mattress. I let my eyes hungrily trail over her small frame and brush her long hair behind her pierced ear. I love to watch her, and I like that she doesn’t look away when I do. All the others couldn’t stand the sight of my face and the scars there, but she is different. And this scares and turns me on at the same time. She clenches her legs together under the sheets. And it makes me more possessive than I already am. I reach down to stroke myself and her eyes follow my every move. And for the first time I don’t want to fuck and be done with it, I want to make love. I want to feel a connection with someone for once in my fucked-up life.
Love. I let the word sink in. I want to feel connected to someone who understands me. Maybe she will, I don’t know. I reach out and clutch the sheets. Is she the one I’ve been looking for all these years, while I tried to convince myself I didn’t need anyone?
“What are you doing?”
“Looking at what I won.”
She shivers at my words, and I hate myself a little for reminding her of our deal. If I ever want to keep her, we have to be equals. I don’t care if she screws up, I’ll be there to help her when she falls. Because it led me to her. Maybe it makes me a patriarchal old school asshole, but I don’t care. If she’s my woman, I’ll do anything. I want to know more about her. What she likes to do besides paint. Does she like to read, does she like music, to watch movies? I want to know everything down to the last detail. And then I can decide what I’m going to do. For now, I’ll make sure she’s safe. As safe as she’ll get with me.
“I offered myself up, remember?” she grits out, all angry, and I love it. I like it when she talks back to me, no one ever does. I stare around the room, I want the first time when I sink into her be in my own bed, not the one where the guys sleep.
I grab her by the waist and pick her up, sheets and all. She locks her arms around my shoulders, and I stand there in the middle of the room, staring at her pretty face.
“What are you doing?” she whispers, those cheeks a little flushed.
“I’m going to do something I’ve never done before,” I tell her and carry her out the room and up the stairs. Damn, she weighs next to nothing, and when we get to my room, her eyes scan the place. They immediately land on the door leading to my secret space. Did she get in here when I was gone?
“Did you explore when I was taking out the trash?” I ask, holding her tight to my chest.
Her cheeks turn bright red, and I want to tell her how beautiful she is. “I like that look on your face.”
“What look?” She frowns, and the way those brows draw together is cute.
“One that says, I got caught snooping around in places where I shouldn’t.”
She places her hands on my arms and starts to struggle a little, so I put her down and watch her pull the sheet tight around her body. “I didn’t, I mean-n,” she stutters. It was my fault, I should have enabled my eye and fingerprint scan, but it slipped my mind when I went out before. The kitten makes me sloppy, and I hate and love it at the same time.
I cross my arms in front of my chest and watch as her eyes dart around the room. I walk to my closet and check the space while the light turns on. My eyes scan every inch, and they land on one of my ties stuck between the false wall and the floor. I stifle a laugh and turn around.
She is nervously biting on her bottom lip and takes a deep breath. Probably waiting for an outburst on my part. This is why I meet my hookups at hotels. I don’t need complications in my life. With her, I don’t know, something is different. I don’t mind her snooping around. Did she lay in my bed? Judging by the sheets it’s a no. Why do I feel disappointed?
“Are you scared?” I ask, as I lean against the open door with my shoulder, my voice wavering. On the one hand, I want her to be scared, but I also want her to feel safe with me.
“I’m not,” she says defiantly, tilting her chin up a little. I take a step toward her, and I brush a hand through my hair. She follows the movement and swallows hard.
“I’m not scared,” she repeats again.
“I think you are,” I counter.
“Fuck you,” she bites back.
“In a minute. You’re mine, remember?” I taunt, raising one brow.
“I do,” she says, her voice breaking at the end.
I hold my head a little to the side, imagining what she’ll look like as she swallows my cum down her throat.
