Page 50 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition

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“Eat what you can. Once I’m inside you again, it’ll be a while before you get sustenance.”

“Can we play cops and robbers?” she asked, biting into the asparagus.

“Although… I’m partial to firemen too.”

Firemen?

It was like someone had thrown a bucket of ice water over me.

My lips tightened. I gripped my cutlery until my hands ached. My nostrils flared—the betrayal. I was two seconds away from listing every reason to hate firemen, when—

She laughed.

Not just a little laugh. She cackled.

Fork clattering onto the table, hands on her belly, tears in her eyes.

I set down my knife and fork and just watched her.

Indignant.

“Oh God,” she gasped, wiping her cheeks. “The look on your face.”

Then she collapsed into another fit of laughter.

Fucking firemen.

But I’d take her laughing over crying any day.

?? ?? ??

She wasn’t laughing now.

No—she had her wrists cuffed behind her back, pillows propped beneath her hips, and not a stitch of clothing left on her glowing skin. I’d stuffed her panties in her mouth for her fireman joke, but now they muffled every needy whimper as she stretched her legs apart.

Taunting me. Begging me.

God help me.

I ran my hand down the curve of her inner thigh, slow enough to make her squirm. She arched her back, hips twitching, like she thought that’d earn her a reward.

“Look at you,” I murmured. “Spread out and soaked like this. You wanted to play dirty girl—now you’re at my mercy.”

She moaned through the lace in her mouth, hips lifting, grinding air like it could satisfy her.

I leaned down, brushing my mouth over her ear.

“Problem is… I’m not done looking at you yet.”

She made a frustrated little noise and tried to roll her hips again, but I caught them in my grip—firm, controlling.

“Uh-uh,” I whispered, dragging my fingers just above her slick folds, never quite giving her what she wanted. “You wanted to be the bad girl. You’re gonna take your punishment first.”

I smiled when she threw her face into the pillow.

“So you like firemen, do you?”

Her head shook hard. A muffled no came through the panties stuffed in her mouth.