Page 90 of Sling’s Awakening

Cool air hits my skin, making me shiver as my nipples harden into tight buds.

The towel drops to the floor as Sling sits back down on the bed.

I’m standing before him, naked as his angry eyes roam me.

“Get on your knees,” Sling orders.

I don’t move.

I barely process what he’s ordering.

I feel exposed in a way he can see into my soul.

“Blake,” he warns, his voice coming out like a whip. “I’m not going to say it again.”

I slowly sink to my knees, the ache that’s growing between my legs winning the battle over me holding my ground.

“Crawl to me.”

I close my eyes as my thighs dampen.

I hate the way I respond to him when all I want to do is knock him out.

“Now,” he growls, growing impatient.

My palms hit the floor before I slowly begin to crawl toward him.

With every movement, I think of how he made me crawl through his house last night, watching me the entire time. It made me feel as if I were on fire.

“Stop.”

I stop inches from his legs. Two fingers slowly caress my chin before applying enough pressure that forces me to lift my head up so I’m looking right at Sling.

His eyes are hooded, but the heated anger is still there, shining bright like a fire that refuses to go out.

“Take it out.”

My brow furrows in confusion as my gaze lowers to his lap. There’s a small tent in his jeans, but I know he’s only at half-mast. My gaze roams back up his body, looking for clarification if that’s what he wants me to do.

The only confirmation I get is the slightest inclination of his head.

My lips part slightly before I take the bottom one lightly between my teeth, biting down slightly as I grip his knees, centering myself before running my palms up his thighs.

His dick twitches in his pants as I graze it with my fingers on my way to his button. I undo it like an old pro before pausing.

A low warning rumble leaves Sling’s chest, vibrating the room.

My attention leaves his face, settling on the monster before me. He might be the one giving the orders, but I’m the one in control.

Leaning in, I take the tiny metal piece on his fly between my teeth and drag it down.

Sling sharply inhales as the metal moves over his hardening dick.

“Did I do what you wanted, sir?” I ask sweetly, it sounds mocking even to my ears.

“Don’t be a brat,” Sling growls. “Take me the fuck out.”

He lifts his hips up just enough for me to slide his jeans and boxers down to the top of his thighs, allowing his dick to spring free.