Page 58 of His Pet

“Is that a surprise?”

She glances at me then back to her lap without saying anything.

“I’ll admit, a few times I’ve kissed you because I knew it made you uncomfortable. And I think you’re cute when you’re uncomfortable. But youarebeautiful. You know that, yes?”

She shrugs. “I mean I’m not bad looking. It’s not like I have self-esteem issues or anything, but you say things a little strong.”

I tilt my head and watch her eyes looking anywhere but at me. She picks at lint on her yoga pants.

She doesn’t know she’s beautiful. All those pricey dresses, top of the line makeup, and esteemed hairdressers, and none of it is enough to make her feel beautiful. She doesn’t need any of it.

I find myself wondering what kind of guys she’s been with. How her father treats her. It’s becoming increasingly clear there’s something odd about her. Her still being here is evidence enough, but the blush on her cheeks adds to it.

“Amelia?”

“Hm?”

“Would you look at me, please?”

She takes a breath, then turns to face me. I can tell she’s trying to make her expression impassive, but she clearly hasn’t had as much practice as I have.

I lose the words I want to say as soon as our eyes meet. Her eyes are dark, like mine. I drift my gaze to her full, pink lips, and then search for the cute freckles dotting her nose. If I look hard enough, I can spot them underneath the makeup.

Makeup worn for me?

“Can I tell you something?” I ask. “Something I’m positive will make you uncomfortable.”

She considers it for a moment and then nods.

“I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I want you.” She looks away and I cup her jaw and bring her back to me. “Since that day you made your little deal with me, I’ve thought about making one of my own dozens of times.”

I wait for her to pull away from me, but instead she bites her lip and thinks. “Why haven’t you? What, uh.” She clears her throat. “What’s stopping you from just taking what you want?”

I move my gaze to the skin poking from her V-neck. Her chest is flushing, and my dick strains against my boxers.

“I don’t know whatyouwant,” I say.

She swallows and doesn’t break eye contact as she thinks. Her nipples pebble through her sports bra and shirt, and it couldn’t be any more obvious what she wants. But I have no hope that she’ll ask me for it.

“I want…” She takes a breath, and her eyes deviate to my scar. Normally it would fire me up, but I’m too drunk with lust to care. “I want you to be nice to me.”

What?

My brow furrows and she continues.

“I want you to call me Amelia and not tease me so much. I… I like it when you say nice things, and I really fucking hate being called Kitty… And I hate it when you tell me not to curse, too. I’m a grown woman and can choose the way I talk. It’s like—”

“Okay,” I say, before she can get too far into her ramble.

She stares at me, open-mouthed. Her mouth closes and her eyes grow serious. “Okay?”

I shrug. “Sure… Amelia.”

She looks at me suspiciously, like she can’t believe it would be that easy. “Okay,” she drags the word out. “And what exactly do you want in return?”

I inhale a sharp breath and move my gaze to her breasts. They’re full and perky, probably a C-cup. Her pink nipples form in my memory, and my mouth waters. I move my gaze lower to the one part of her body I haven’t gotten a close look at, covered in black fabric.

Tension exuding from Amelia hits me in the face, and I breathe it in. I don’t remember the pain in my back until I shift, but even then, I’m too preoccupied to care.

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