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I grin widely. “Of course I’m sure.I'm a manwhore. I know a cunt when I see one. Don’t be distant with me again. You’re mine, and that means no distance.”
The words are out of my mouth before I know what I’m saying. The second they hang in the air between us, I know they’re the truth. Nothing I have ever said has felt so right.
Naomi blinks and wrinkles her nose. “I’m yours? What’s that supposed to mean?”
Isn’t it obvious? “It means what I said. You’re mine. Say it.”
She’s shaking her head. Why is she fucking shaking her head? I free my cock, slamming Naomi down on it, and she moans, tipping her head back.
I think there’s only one way to make her see sense. I proceed to fuck her slowly. It feels amazing, but it’s not what Naomi wants – or needs – right now.
“Faster,” she moans. Oh no, Peaches. I shake my head.
“Only faster if you admit you’re mine.”
“Blackmail,” she whimpers. Yeah. It is. Why wouldn’t I use blackmail? I smirk at her, keeping my gloriously slow pace, my cock loving every second of it.
“I’m an officer of a one-percenter club, Peaches. What the hell did you expect? Flowers?”
She sighs, pouting adorably, her hands gripping my shoulders as she tries to control the tempo. That’s not happening.
“Flowers would be nice. But faster would be nicer.”
“Then fucking say it, Peaches. Say you’re mine.”
She presses her lips together again, shaking her head.
“You’ve been spending too much time in that damn crèche,” I grumble, still fucking her torturously slowly.
“Faster,” she whines, trying to move her hips. I grip her tightly, holding her in position.
“I can do this all day, Peaches,” I smirk at her.
She glares at me. She says a lot of things. Calls me all names under the sun. She’s been learning some new phrases in her time at the clubhouse. But she doesn’t say what I want her to.
Finally, she snaps when we’re both panting, sweating, and glaring at each other.
“I’m yours. Fucking happy?”
I grin at her, my heart roaring triumphantly in my chest.
“Fucking ecstatic,” I murmur, pressing my lips against hers. What the hell, she’s earned it. I use my hold on her hips to slam her up and down until she screams and comes.
Chapter 17
NAOMI
Joey’s eyes widen as I walk into the beauty salon, taking my seat at Vicky’s station. Vicky said she could come to me, but I want to show Joey that I’m not scared of her.
With a grin, Vicky pulls out my ponytail, running her fingers through my thick tresses.
“I’m obsessed with your hair, babe,” she laughs, twisting it and holding it in different positions on my head, ignoring the glares and hateful vibes emanating from Joey. “Let’s get you to the basins.”
I stand as Vicky sways her hips, dancing across the room and picking up a dark towel and gown, waiting for me to join her.
“You didn’t take my warning seriously,” Joey says, blocking my path across the room.
A glance around the room assures me that everyone else, including Vicky, is studiously looking in another direction. Sighing, I swipe my hair out of my eyes and shrug.
