She finally notices the key and her eyes widen slightly. “That…”
“Yeah, this,” I say, shaking it in front of her face. “You went through my shit, didn’t you?”
Her face hardens. “I think I have a right to go through your shit if I want to. You basically just turned my life upside down and dragged me up here like some fucking damsel in distress. And you’re not exactly an open book, so how am I supposed to get answers if I don’t go looking?”
“I’m not an open book? Try me,” I say.
She looks at me for a moment, as if she’s worried it’s some kind of test.
“Ask me one question and I’ll answer honestly.”
“What do you really want from me?” she asks so quickly that she must have already wondered about the answer a dozen times.
The question takes me off guard. I had expected her to ask how many people I’ve killed or what I do or how many girls I’ve fucked. I at least expected her to ask why I had a small fortune’s worth of weapons hidden in my apartment, but maybe that’s obvious after what she’s seen. What do I want? My first response is to smirk and reach to pull her thighs open, but she slaps me away.
“I’m fucking serious. What do you want? If it’s just sex, then you can fuck off.”
I clench my teeth and my fists. She’s going to be sorry she mouthed off to me when I get her clothes off. “I want more than that. If I didn’t, you wouldn’t still be here.”
She crosses her arms. “So I should just count myself lucky that you haven’t tossed me to the curb after a few good fucks? That’s it?”
“That’s not it. You’re different. Special. And I don’t think I can let you walk out of my life. I can’t. If some other crumb ever tried talkin’ on you I’d have to break his fuckin’ neck, and I’d end up in jail before long.”
She smiles a little, looking down. “So you’re saying I can’t leave because you’re worried how many people you’d have to kill? Because you’d have to kill them if they tried to hit on me?”
I shrug. “Something like that.”
She kicks at me with her bare foot and I grab it, pulling her toward me by her leg. She yelps in surprised pain. “Shit,” I say, forgetting about her injuries in the moment. I lean over her as she winces, sucking in a breath. “You okay, doll?”
She smirks up at me and suddenly doesn’t look like she’s in pain anymore at all.
“You faker,” I say, laughing.
“Just wanted to see you worry over me again.” Then she does a poor acting job at trying to pretend her leg hurts again. She even pushes out her bottom lip. “I think you need to kiss it to make it better.”
I grin wolfishly at her and push her legs apart, lowering my mouth on her inner thigh. I slide her panties off and go to work on her with my mouth, taking my time. She throws her head back and laughs at first, then quickly melts into heavy moans. Her thighs tighten around my head as she nears climax, and I use the tip of my tongue to work her clit and her entrance until I feel her convulse around me. My cock strains against my pants when I sit up, relishing her taste in my mouth. She’s fuckin’ delicious. I could go down on her every day. Fuck.
She props herself up on her elbows. “I could really get used to that.”
I lift her carefully until she lays across my chest as I lean back on the couch. Her bare legs wrapped around mine as I palm her ass. “You’re fuckin’ gorgeous,” I say into her hair, giving her ass a rough squeeze as I do. She squirms against me and slides her hand over my cock. I put my hand over hers, stopping her from unzipping me.
She looks up at me, eyes confused and angry. “Why?” she asks. “Am I not good enough for you anymore?”
“It’s not that,” I say. “I want to do it right the next time I get inside you. I want to do it my way. No in between shit. A hundred percent.”
She swallows hard. “What do you mean?”
“I mean I want to fuck you with no reservations. My way. How I want.”
“I thought you already did that. When you...when you hit me.”
“Complete control. That’s what I want,” I say.
She tucks her chin a little, looking up at me with those large, innocent eyes and blushing. Fuck. It takes all I have not to pull her legs apart and fuck her right then. Looking at her sends a torrent of heat from my spine straight to my dick. Goddamn. Does she even know how much she’s turning me on right now? She’d be more than a little freaked out if she knew how hard I could fuck her right this second, how much I could punish her and make her enjoy every second of it.