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My mouth dries at his words as his fingers flex along my throat. “That sounds like a win-win situation to me,” I say, my core tingling with the sparks between us.
“Fuck, Scar. You’re not supposed to say shit like that.”
“WhatamI supposed to say, then?”
He wets his bottom lip, his stare only darkening as he assesses me. “You’re supposed to fear those words and promise to never do it again.” I raise my eyebrows and continue to stare at him. “Fuck. But that wouldn’t be you, would it? I can’t decide if that makes me angrier or happier,” he grumbles, and a smile spreads across my face. “Don’t smile, we could have fucking lost you.” His fingers flex on my throat, forcing me to bite back a groan.
“But you didn’t.”
He eases slightly, a sense of calmness washing over him. “But we didn’t,” he repeats my words, his tone calmer than it was moments ago, until he runs a finger down the side of my face where I know there’s a bruise from yesterday’s incident. “I’ll make them pay for this, Snowflake,” he breathes, determined.
“Agreed, but not now. Right now, it needs to be me and you, no pain, no interruptions, no reality. I need to forget it all for a second, Emmett. I need to get lost in you.” I shock myself with how earnest I sound, how desperate, but there’s no controlling it at this point.
I mean it. I need him.
“You’ll be the death of me, Scarlett.”
“That’s the first thing I thought about you, too, Mr. Viking. Standing in my room with your gun aimed at me, asking questions I wasn’t ready to answer. It would have been one hell of a way to go. But it wasn’t my time then, and it isn’t ours now. So fuck me, directallof that energy toward me. I want to feel you.”
His hand flexes once again while he grips the sheets beside my head with the other. I love nothing more than getting under his skin in the best way possible.
His lips graze the corner of my mouth, teasing me, then he trails his lips down the side of my throat, between his fingers that are wrapped around me. My hips buck up to meet his, my legs eager to wrap around him as I let him consume me, body, mind, soul… and my heart.
I pout when his hand leaves my skin, but it’s only to heave me forward, ripping the oversized t-shirt from my body, and placing me back down again. I’m still panty free, and his gaze drops to my core.
“Fuck, Emmett,” I gasp, running my hand over his chest and across his scar, but he moves away in the next moment, removing his shorts and letting his huge length spring free.
“You’llbe the death ofmewith that fucking thing,” I mumble, gaping at its beauty.
“It’d be one hell of a way to go,” he mimics my words from moments ago and steals my thoughts from me. “Come here, Snowflake,” he orders from his spot at the bottom of the bed, crooking his finger at me.
Excited, I slowly shuffle around so I’m on my hands and knees before crawling toward him. His eyes darken, his jaw flexing as he watches my every move, my every breath, until I run my tongue over the underside of his cock. I groan, turned on by every ridge and vein I can feel as he pulses.
“I didn’t ask you to touch me yet,” he states, cocking a brow at me, attempting to act casual, like I’m not tasting him, but I know better. On my next pass, when I reach the tip of his cock, I don’t just run my tongue back down him again; I swallow him whole, taking as much as I can while lifting my hand to hold him.
His eyes roll back, and I grin triumphantly. A hiss from his lips making my thighs press together.
“Do you think you’re a good girl when you disobey me like that, Snowflake?” Pausing, I look at him with wide eyes. “Don’t you want to be my good girl, Scarlett?” The wicked gleam in his eyes and the way the corner of his mouth tilts up makes it clear he knows he’s back to having the upper hand.
Fucker.
Do I want to be his good girl? Fuck yeah.
Was I born good? Hell no.
“I think I need reminding of what a good girl acts like,” I breathe, releasing him from my mouth but remaining close enough that my lips brush against his tip as I speak.
A gasp tumbles from my lips as his hand engulfs my throat once more, lifting me up before him until we’re chest to chest. “I don’t know if you deserve a reminder. You’re not listening now, you put yourself in harm's way, you risked yourself, the woman I love, at the hands of the enemy,” he says, still rattled by yesterday's incident, and I instantly know what we need right now.
Fuck being a good girl; I just want to be his girl.
Placing my hands on his chest, I rise to my feet, eyes fixed on his as I stand an inch or two taller with the bed beneath me. “Sit down, Emmett.”
I step aside and point to the spot beside me when he frowns. He rubs his lips together, searching my eyes for whatever it is I have planned, but I give nothing away, and he eventually sits down.
“Tell me, Emmett. How many times do you feel like I’ve defied you?” I say when he finally obeys me.
“Too many times to count,” he grumbles, running his hand over his beard as I jump down from the bed.
