Page 86 of Between Love & Ruin

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I smile as I wrap up my work in the kitchen and finally make my way upstairs. I didn’t even have much to do, but I love seeing her wait. I love teasing her. It’s my favorite thing to do in the world. After her of course.

I open the door to my room and step inside. She stands up the moment I enter, and I stop myself from grinning wide like a fool. I close the door quietly, and the silence in the room makes me acutely aware of everything.

“Dom, what are you planning to do?” She asks.

I turn around and take slow steps towards her. I finally take in her outfit completely. She is wearing one of my tees that comes oversized on her.

I undo my shirt buttons slowly as I take steps towards her, and with each step she takes a step back till she hits the corner of the bed and slumps down.

But her eyes never stray away from me, and I love that.

“You.”

Her eyes widen and a blush rises on her cheeks.

“What?”

“Didn’t you hear me? I plan to do you, baby. I should punish you, shouldn’t I?”

Her usual sassy mouth stays shut, and I chuckle at that. I love how she gives in in bed while still being loud about her desires. It gives me a hard-on—I love it.

I get rid of my shirt completely before leaning over her again. I wipe away her lip balm with my thumb, and she shudders under my touch.

“Say yes or no, baby. Should I punish you?”

“Y-yes.”

I smirk at that. “Remove your clothes.”

“Me?” She asks adorably.

“Who else?”

I take down my pants, and her eyes zero on my erection. I am painfully hard at the moment. And always whenever I am in her vicinity. I have no shame in admitting it.

“Like what you see?” I tease, and she narrows her eyes, but I know she does.

She tells me that every time I thrust deep into her.

She slowly removes her tee, and the sight in front of me makes me almost drool. She’s not wearing underwear, and I find it hard to hold onto the control I came up with.

“Do you like what you see?” She teases, and I smirk.

I hold her by the nape and kiss her. She opens up for me instantly, and my tongue slowly finds its home. I kiss her to let her know my answer. Yes, I love the sight in front of me. Like is a short word.

“I love what I see,” I tell her once I pull away. “Now lay down on the bed for me.”

She follows my instructions like an obedient little girl, and I smile at the sight. If I could die looking at her, I know it would be a happy death.

“Fuck, Sienna,” I murmur, burying my face in her neck. I press a long kiss at her sweet spot. “You make it so hard for me to stay in control.”

She loops her arms around my neck, her long red nails grazing my skin. I know she loves to leave marks on me. “Then don’t.”

I look at her then, a wicked smirk on my face. “As you say, my love.”

I kiss her then, savoring her taste on my tongue before moving down. I keep my eyes locked on her as I kiss her jaw, then her neck. I trace her curves, and she wiggles in my hold, too eager for me, and I love it.