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Suddenly unsure I faulter, but he grabs the strawberry from my hand and bites the tip off, “Better hurry up or I’ll make you my plate again.”
Smiling, I rub the strawberry against his lips, leaning down and licking them clean as I draw patterns of juice across his chest, following it with my tongue and loving the sweet, salty taste of his skin. “Mmm,” I hum against his lips, kissing him again, before lifting the berry to my mouth and taking a tentative bite.
When everything you eat is weighed, measured, and approved, food becomes something to endure. When noncompliance results in punishment, food is just something to tolerate, laced with pain and awful memories. It’s easy to ignore the hunger, to push it down with all the other things I know are wrong but did anyway.
I got so good at following the rules that until Carson fed me pancakes and bacon the other week, I’d almost forgotten what real food tasted like. Angry and fueled by righteous anger I’d gorged on ice cream and cocktails at the hotel, but in penance I’ve barely eaten since. I’m still frantically trying to atone to a woman who regularly starved me, just to teach me that men never want fat women, no matter how rich they are.
My eyes rake over Carson’s beautiful body beneath me, his lean muscle and toned abs. Licking strawberry juice from his skin isn’t a trial to be withstood, it’s not something to be endured, in fact everything about his body is all pleasure.
Instead of rubbing the strawberry over him, I take another bite, dropping the stem to the bowl and then just lick a line from his abs all the way up until I find his lips. “You taste good,” I whisper. “Thank you for breakfast.”
“You’re welcome,” he says, wrapping his arms around my back and pulling me down to lie on his sticky chest. “Maybe we should just eat everything off each other’s bodies from now on.”
“I think it might get a bit messy, but I’m not against it,” I whisper.
Laughing, he switches our positions again until I’m beneath him and his hard dick is pressing against my sex.
“I want you,” I whisper, lifting my hips off the bed to rub my pussy against his sweat pant covered dick.
“What, you want this?” he taunts, grinding his hips into me.
“Yes,” I breathe, lifting one leg and curling it over his hip. “Please.”
His laugh against my ear is full of warmth. “You want my dick in you, fucking that tight cunt until you’re screaming my name?”
“Yes,” I gasp, squirming beneath him, seeking the friction I need.
“I want you too, Priss, I always want you. But what did I tell you earlier?”
“Huh?”
“You don’t get my dick again until you really believe that I want you for more than just your pussy,” he growls, scooping me off the bed in an effortless movement and taking us both into the bathroom.
“What?” I cry indignantly as he lowers me to the floor, reaching over to flip on the shower. “Are you serious?”
“Deadly,” he replies stony faced. “You’re not a fuck buddy or a bootie call or a one-night stand. You’re mine, Priss, and until you really understand that, I’m not going to fuck you. Because having you, having you submit to me, having you give your body to me, it fucking matters. It’s more than just sex to me and I thought it was to you too.”
My mouth falls open and I gawp at him. “I…” words form in my mouth, to tell him that I know it’s more than sex, that I feel the same way too. But I don’t say them because I don’t want to lie to him, because I don’t know if I really believe that he actually wants me.
“It’s okay,” he says softly. “I’m going to show you that this is more, I’ll keep showing you till you believe it. I like you, Priss, in spite of all this other bullshit, in spite of your parents, in spite of me and you, I just like you. You’re mine and I’ll believe that enough for both of us until you figure it out too.”
4
Carson
Her face is full of so much confusion that I just want to scoop her into my arms and hug away all of the doubt and self-loathing, but she has to figure some stuff out for herself, even if I wish I could take away all of her pain.
Everything that’s happened this morning has only reinforced the desire for revenge against her parents that she suggested yesterday. I don’t entirely know what they did to Priss, but it was bad and they need to pay. We’re the heirs to some of the most influential families in America and between us I’m sure we can hurt the Archibalds, we just need to figure out what we can do to inflict the most damage.
“In the shower, baby,” I say, pushing my hand under the stream to check it’s warm.
“If we get in the shower are you going to fuck me?” she asks, the bravado in her voice doing nothing to hide how uncomfortable she is asking for anything sexual.
“No,” I say with a chuckle.
“Then I’ll shower on my own,” she snips, hoisting herself onto the counter and glaring at me indignantly.
Laughing, I step under the stream of water and tip my head back, letting it wash away the remnants of the sticky juice from my chest. I can feel her eyes on me, and when I look at her I find her gaze focused on my hard dick jutting out from between my legs.
