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“You’re forgetting this is a punishment.” Enraged, I spin her to me. “I owe you nothing, brat.”
That, in fact, is a lie. I do owe her. I owe her everything.
I’ll give her everything.
Just not now.
“About that other thing. You don’t want to give yourself to me?” I tweak and tug on her taut nipple to prove a point. “Your nipples are pulled tight. And I bet you’re wet.” I toss the shower handle to the floor and my fingertip nudges at her sex. “No, not wet. Soaking. For me.”
“I’m biologically programmed to react like this.” Her voice is far from the confidence she tries to exude. “My heart doesn’t love you. I couldn’t and wouldn’t love you after what you’ve done to me.”
I level my eyes with hers. My black and her blue blend together, our connection undeniable.
Her heart that doesn’t love me beats furiously beneath my flattened palm.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah.”
The word moon will silence her disobedient mouth. The one word will end this argument.
I’m tempted to say it. Painfully so.
I don’t go there. At this very moment, she needs to feel. I need her to remember she loves me.
If she doesn’t admit it soon, I’ll have other methods to coax it out of her. To force it out of her.
“Your mouth isn’t biologically programmed to do anything. And yet, when I shove my fingers in it, you’ll suck.” Coated with her arousal, I drag my fingers on her lips. “If I fuck you again, you’ll scream my name.”
“Please.” Leighton’s voice turns pleading once again. Attempting to manipulate me. “You have to let me go.”
Removing my hand from her chest, I slam it on the wall beside her. “Why are you fighting me?”
“I—”
Desperate and furious, I push my fingers into her mouth. She can’t answer me when she’s full of them, but her eyes keep talking. Her pupils are dilated, her eyelids heavy.
And she does exactly as I thought she would. Her lips close on my fingers. Every time I drag them down her throat, she sucks harder.
Her lust is overwhelming.
Her stubbornness is maddening.
She closes her slender fingers around my wrist, holding my hand so my fingertips remain on her bottom lip.
“You need me to respect you before I can love you,” she groans. “I’ll never be able to respect you.”
“You do respect me.” I haul her into my arms, cradling her. Ignoring her screams to put her down. “You do love me. You will need me. You’ll call for me to love you and save you. Just a matter of time.”
“Never,” she howls in defiance.
“Wrong answer,” I grunt when she bites into my shoulder through my shirt. The warm summer air welcomes us as soon as I step out of the backyard. “Don’t worry, little doll. You’ll get the right one soon enough. After all, that’s what I’m here for.” I smirk through my annoyance. “Daddy’s home.”
CHAPTER TEN
Leighton
Marcus’s first step out of the glass house shuts me up faster than his creepy yet annoyingly sexy words do.
