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“I like your dick.”
Ah, I liked hearing that. “Better be the only dick you like.”
“Maybe I should try out a few others—”Oomph.The breath rushed out of him when he hit his back as I used all my weight to press him into the mattress.
“Wesley Evan Sinclair.” I threatened. “You even look at another dick, and I will spank your ass and make it so you can’t sit for a week.”
“Is that supposed to be a threat?”
This little shit.
I smirked. “Okay, how about I tie you to this bed and edge you until you cry, then make you watch as I get off all over you and leave you empty and aching.”
His eyes narrowed. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
He pouted, and it made me want to give in. I knew better, though. He already had way too much power over me. “You gonna listen now?”
He nodded once.
“When you turned eighteen and I was no longer legally your guardian, you enrolled at Westbrook. I wanted to give you some more time, see if maybe college made you look at me different.”
His face softened. “Nothing will ever make me look at you as anything other than the one I love most.”
Heart flipping, I nodded. “I wantedyouto be sure.”
“What if my feelings had changed? What would you have done?”
As much as I fought against us, as much as I worried about betraying Mom and Dad, the idea his feelings for me had only been a crush was worse than all of that combined. But even still, I would have endured for him. “I’d have stayed your brother. I’d have let you go.”
He swallowed, stark pain taking over his face.
“Shh.” I soothed, leaning in to kiss him again. “I have you now. I won’t ever let you go.”
“Promise me.”
I already promised him, but I would do it again. And again. As many times as he needed.
“I promise, baby.”
“Put your hand around my throat and promise me again.”
My eyebrows rose.
He flushed, eyes blinking away but then back. “I like the way your rings feel against my skin, how tight you hold me.”
I grabbed his neck, pressing my fingers with the rings firmly against him. His eyes went a little hazy, but they never left my face.
“Like this?”
He nodded.
“No,” I intoned. “I think tighter. Like this.” He shuddered beneath me the second my hand tightened, and I smirked. “I own you, Wes. I won’t ever give you up, and if you try and get away from me, I’ll find you. I’ll bring you back where you belong.” Still clutching his neck, I leaned in to rake my teeth over his earlobe then whisper roughly in his ear. “I promise.”
He purred, wrapped his legs around my waist, and thrust up. He was hard. Again.
“Hmm,” I mused, “someone likes being owned.”
