I can feel the light crinkle of confusion between my eyebrows. “I won’t be ‘wandering the streets’ by myself. I’ll be wandering them with Sadie.”
“Even worse.” He’s suddenly in a mood.
A huff escapes me at his total 180, from fun-loving master chef to surly grump. “I don’t know what the problem is.”
“It’s not safe.”
Safe?Is anythingever‘safe’? I’ve already admitted to myselfthat Dallas does provide that feeling, in spades, and it’s one that’s new to me. But I know better than anyone that safety is an illusion. Most often a temporary one. So I glide right past the comment. “She texted me about going shopping then out to a club tonight with her sister. Something about the East Village. It’s this club with a Caribbean vibe her sister wants to show her. She wants me to come. You could come too. Or I could just go with Sadie if you’re busy with work stuff.”
He doesn’t answer right away.
“Dallas?”
“That’s not happening.”
I study his face. For clues about how and why he’s morphed from Dallas Wilder into a weirdly possessive chest-beating gorilla. “What do you mean?”
“You’re not going to aclubwithout me.”
Wait a minute. Are we having our first argument? “Well … if I decide I want to go to the club then I’m probably going to go to the club.” I’ve lived my life with no mother and a father who didn’t know how to discipline himself, let alone me. No one’s ever told me “no” in my life. Except all those lawyers when I asked if they could help me find a lifeline or alternative to going bankrupt. I hated it then and I hate it now. And I want to see Sadie. I can’t just completely shut her out of my life because I’m with Dallas now. Which is exactly what I’ve been doing. It’s not fair to her.
Dallas sighs deeply and rolls onto his back, supporting his head with a bent arm, showing off his muscular, tattooed bicep porn. “Then we’ll go together. If you insist.” Like he’s pissed off about it.
One thing about me: if someone tells me I can’t do something I instantly and ravenously want to do it. I get that we’re together now, but he doesn’townme. He has no right to stop me from going if I feel like going. “Ido insist, as a matter of fact.”
He glances over at me. Then he rolls over,ontome, displacing the duvet wrapped around me and pinning me under his big, hard, hot body. “Yeah?”
“Yes.” I squirm but he holds my wrists. Which means the full weight of him is on top of me. Which also means his now-extremely-revived cock has escaped the confines of his sweatpants and is now pressed directly against my clit. I glare up into his now-stormy eyes. “What’s wrong?”
He slides his cock against me in a way that he knows very well by now turns me to putty in his hands. As always, I’ve barely recovered from my last orgasm, only an hour or so ago. His giant hardness turns the memory of it into the start of the next one. He slides his cock lower, so the wet head of it slides against my clit, then barely pushes inside me before repeating the motion. “What’swrong? What’s wrong, baby girl, is that you’re mine.”
Mine.I always liked how that sounded, like an assurance or a promise. Right now it sounds more like a threat. “Let me remind you that I’m also mine. And it’s okay for me to make my own decisions sometimes. You can’t tell me what to do, Dallas.”
“I’m not telling you what to do.”
“You kind of are. You’re trying to.”
“Am not.” Like this is some kind of game we’re playing.
I glare up at him. “Dallas.” I writhe, trying to dislodge him, but the movement forces his cock deeper and—damn him—hefeels so good, I’m already starting to come again. “Stop doing that,” I gasp.
“I’m not doing anything.” All innocently. “Youdid that.”
My damn traitor of a body can’t help bucking gently up to him, inviting more of the insane, teasing pleasure of him, taking his thickness deeper. I’m upset, by both his controlling bossiness and the way I can’t stop arching against his huge cock.Because the orgasm is waiting there and holy hell he feels too good. “You can’t tell me no, Dallas Wilder. I’m going out with Sadie tonight. I’ve made my decision and you can’t stop me.”
“I’m not stopping you. I’ll come with you. Let’s go party with Sadie.” Like the entire thought of it bores him.
“Youweren’t actually invited,” I seethe, grabbing his perfect ass and digging my fingernails into his skin. To punish him for being such a bully. And because I crave him with everything I have.
“Bullshit,” he growls as he thrusts all the way inside me, exactly like I need him to. “Sadie would never pass up on unlimited free drinks.”
Very true, unfortunately. All I can do is moan. Because I’m very, very close to cominghard.
This is a different kind of lovemaking. We’re fucking like we’re mad at each other—and we are. I’m gripping him and leaving marks. I cry out as his strong hands leave bruises and his thickly-punishing drives force me to the brink of insanity. Because he’s going too slow. He’s avoiding rhythm. And he’s doing it on purpose. Driving me wild but not letting me come.
“Dallas,” I plead in a gasping whisper. Fuck it, I can resume the argument after I come. Ineedit. “Please.”
“Only if you promise to be a good girl. You’ll wait here for me while I’m gone. You can sit in the hot tub or I’ll get a fucking masseuse to come in if you want one. Invite Sadie over here. But wait for me. Let me hear you say it.”
