I bet Xander wouldn’t hesitate. Hell, he’s made insinuations about it a number of times already.
“You didn’t come back fast enough,” I answer, washing my hands.
Xander moves up behind me and cages me in so we’re both staring into the mirror. He leans down a little, so his mouth is near my ear while he holds my gaze.
“Baby girl, you’re going to learn that trying to work around the rules will also get you in trouble. When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it. Do you understand?”
My breath catches in my throat. Tiny prickles of excitement spread as we watch each other. His expression is so stern, itcauses a flutter low in my tummy. Fuck, he makes me feel so small, but in the best way possible. I can’t explain it. Like I can let go completely.
Only for tonight.
Just tonight.
“Yes,” I whisper.
He raises his eyebrows. “Yes,Daddy.”
Shit.
“Yes, Daddy.”
I swallow and blink, and I swear, something shifts between us. I don’t know how or in what way, but it does.
Xander’s jaw flexes as he stares at me, his dick twitching against my back. The depraved side of me wants to reach behind, touch it, and ask him to make me feel good because I know he will. Xander Savage is not a selfish man. I have a feeling he’d put my pleasure before his own, even if he got nothing out of it.
The scared, exhausted side of me just wants to curl up in his arms and sleep for a million hours until I forget this night ever happened. Well, until now, because I like this.
“Where’s your toothbrush, baby?”
I pull it out of the drawer, and he tries to take it from me, but I don’t let him.
“I didn’t know you could be so stubborn,” he mumbles, standing back and watching me brush my teeth.
I try not to dribble foam down my chin. “I didn’t know you could be so controlling.”
He smirks and crosses his arms over his broad chest. “Oh, baby girl, you have no fucking idea how controlling I can be.”
The way he says it sounds as if he thinks it’s a bad thing. Yet I’m not totally convinced it is. Maybe that’s just me and my fucked-up brain.
I grin, then wince when some toothpaste gets in my cut lip and starts to burn. Xander’s expression quickly goes from lightto dark in a flash, and he grabs a towel and wets it for me to dab at my lip.
When I’m done, I put my toothbrush away and find two hairbands from the same drawer.
Xander watches intently, his eyes still dark and stormy, as I twist my hair into two loose braids to keep it from getting tangled in my sleep.
“You don’t have to stay,” I tell him as we both go into my room so I can find some pajamas.
“Quit trying to piss me off, Quinn. I’m not leaving you.”
Well… okay then.
CHAPTER 17
Xander
ONLY FOR TONIGHT
That motherfuckingbastard is going to die.
