Page 34 of Smoke

Or would I? I’ve always been a magnet for drama.

As soon as I crawl back in, he leans over me. “Give me your wrists.”

I whimper, thinking he’s going to tie me up again, but he rubs them instead. “Quit being a brat.”

I’m confused and really not wanting to think about how soft his fingers are. How gentle he’s being is giving me whiplash. “Why do you hate me so much, Omen?”

“I just do. You piss me off. Now go to sleep.” He turns me on my side and pulls me into his body, spooning me like a boyfriend would.

“Yes, sir.” I don’t know why that comes out of my mouth but it does.

His breath hitches. “Careful, mama. You start being nice now, and I might just fuck you after all.”

The shape of her in the dark leaves me restless. The way her breath sputters, quickening after she tries to hold it every few seconds. As if she thinks the slightest movement will trigger me. I take deeper breaths to try and steady my own racing pulse.

With every ounce of the rage and depravity that holds my cells together, I fight the urge to touch her. She smells like trouble. The good fucking kind. All peonies and sweat and tequila mixed with slick arousal.

Even when the most vile things come out of her mouth, I still find her sexy. I dig my fingers into my palms to resist reaching in between her legs just to see how wet she is. But nothing is working. My cock is swollen and throbbing.

She wiggles her hips, burrowing them into my pillow-top mattress. Fucking hell. “Careful. You’re going to get yourself into real trouble, mama,” I whisper in her ear.

She lets out a sigh before rolling onto her back slightly toward me. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

This woman is playing with fire. Why can’t she just go to sleep? I’ve insulted her in every way I know how, and yet she still wants to dance the fucking tango with me. “It’s a warning. Don’t start something you’re too chicken shit to finish.”

She swallows hard and a display of goose pimples spreads across her arms. “I always finish.”

I’m so hard it fucking hurts. I palm my cock but resist the urge to rub one out. Although, that would be a wiser decision than the terrible one I’m about to make. “Oh, yeah? You’re clever, aren’t you? Sharp as a fucking knife… But you don’t seem so fucking smart right now, Cherry.”

Her chest heaves. “Why is that?”

“Because you know how dangerous I am, and yet you still try to provoke me.” I lower my face closer to hers and her breath hitches. “See, you’re shaking. Trembling… Am I making you nervous, mama?”

She shudders but doesn’t relent. “Whatever feeds your ego, Om. Believe what you want. I’m just trying to sleep.”

I gently squeeze her hip. “Liar. Ain’t no one getting any sleep tonight.”

She lets out a nervous laugh. “Oh, you think you know me so well. You think you can read me?”

I slide my hand lower and cup her ass cheek. “I know that you like it when I treat you like a slut.”

“And you like it when I spit on you,” she rasps.

A deep spasm rolls from my abdomen into my fucking balls. I pull up the hem of the T-shirt I put her in and caress the outside of her thigh. I breathe into the back of her head, inhaling the scent of her citrusy shampoo. “Yeah. Maybe I do. You wanna spit in my mouth? Hmm?” I chuckle and slide my hand down to the inside of her thigh. “I bet you’d let me spit in yours.”

She tries to stifle her whimper, but I still make out the tail end of it. “Maybe you should take your own advice. Don’t start something you can’t finish…”

“Yeah, who’s gonna stop me? I know it won’t be you.” I pull her thigh back against me, forcing her to turn over. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Her lids lower, her lashes fluttering as she gazes up at me in the dark. There’s enough light coming from the windows to allow us to look each other in the eyes.

“I thought I disgusted you,” she rasps.

“It would be easier if you did.” I push the T-shirt up past her belly, exposing her pretty little pussy. “I want to. But then you strut around me with your perfect fucking tits and thick thighs…” I push the shirt up farther, all the way up to her neck. I let my gaze trail over her body, up and down, drinking in the sight of her. I take my time looking her over while she trembles. “And don’t get me started on these nipples. Fuck, mama.”

Her teeth chatter. “You’re not exactly hard on the eyes either.”

I smirk. “Oh, I know. I see the way you’ve been eye-fucking me for days. I see how fucking hungry you are when you look at me.” I kiss the corner of her mouth. Those thick fucking lips… mmm. “Take this off.”

Her breath hitches again as she quickly shimmies out of the T-shirt. She leaves her hands above her head. “Tie me up again.”