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The stroke of his tongue against mine coaxes me to react. Uncertain but wanton, I let my need flow through my kiss. Maybe he’s right. The quietness is nice. Damn nice to have. There aren’t any voices or fears. It’s just us two, and we can enjoy the feeling between us.
Jason sucks my tongue into his mouth, and I moan. It’s something I’ve never experienced. Shit, I’ve never made out before. What’s weird is I’ve never wanted to before this. Yet, right now, it seems it’s the only thing holding this peace between us together.
Nine
Crucinda is exactlywhere I want her—believing I’ve forgotten why we are here. Fuck, she can kiss, and I could get lost kissing her, but I stop. Pulling away from her, I resort to cruelty.
“Look at you. Disgusting how you’re trying to seduce your family.” That’s not true at all. I’m the one coming onto her, but I like the way she curls into herself, and that damn blush graces her cheeks. “You can’t manipulate me or distract me from why we are here.”
Moving my hand from her face, I take the belt off her wrists. I notice that her skin is raw, and it needs to be looked at. It’s hard wanting to kill her but feeling the need to take care of her at the same time. Silliest combination of feelings I’ve ever felt.
“We aren’t through talking, but you did tell me an answer. Although it’s not enough of an answer, I’m going to let you eat food at the kitchen table.”
She looks at me, and I feel like an ass. Dammit, I should have kept my name and the fact that I’m kin to her out of the equation. But the look of unadulterated fear on her face when she heard my father’s name was worth it. Goddamn, I think keeping her in a constant state of fear is going to get me off.
“Come on, pebble, let’s get you some food.” I help her get up and stand on her still-swollen ankle. Fuck, add that to the list of things I need to take a look at.
Crucinda takes the sheet off the bed and makes some sort of wrap for her body. The way she twists the fabric around her is magic. I’m amazed how a sheet can look so damn beautiful around someone. I’ll concede this time because she’s not trying to run away or defy me.
“Why do you call me pebble?” Her sultry voice does things to me that I should tamper down. Instead, I stop walking and crowd her into the wall.
“Because you’re nothing more than a pebble in my shoe.”
Crucinda laughs. It’s unexpected, and to be honest, I don’t have the heart to stop her laughter. Placing a hand on her face, I realize I can use her height to my advantage. It makes it easy to kiss her by surprise. She doesn’t have time to duck away from me.
Swallowing her giggle, I plunder her mouth with my tongue. I get lost in how it feels to have her in my arms.
Fuck, I’m not here to get attached.
Tugging on her hair, I make sure she cries out in pain as I bite her tongue and hold on. She opens her eyes, and the war that’s going on in her mind must match my own.
“No more questions for now.”
Crucinda nods, and we slowly make our way into the kitchen. This isn’t the first time within a few hours I’ve felt like a complete bastard. Still, she needs to understand she’s under my control.
Without saying a word, I sit down a plate full of mushrooms John found out while we were doing recon. This is the only food she won’t eat. However, if she’s hungry enough, she’ll eat it. Or I’ll stuff this shit down her throat.
When I come back with my steak, I notice she hasn’t touched her food. “That’s all you’re getting.” I cut a piece of my steak, and I moan with delight. “Well?” My left eyebrow raises, and Crucinda sighs.
“I don’t eat mushrooms.” She doesn’t act haughty about it. No, she keeps her hands in her lap, looking at me as sweat beads on her forehead.
“Oh, you think you have a choice?” A chilling calmness comes over me as I take a mushroom and offer it to her.
“No, thank you.” She puts her head down and turns away from the food I’m offering. My blood pressure rises as anger wells in my stomach. One of my pet peeves is for someone to be rude. It pisses me off and makes me irrational when things should be simple. It’s a fucking mushroom, for God’s sake.
“You.” I stand up, yanking her head back. “Will eat every single one.”
Without waiting for her to agree, I shove the fungi past her clamped lips and down into her mouth and slap a hand over her mouth. Crucinda gasps, and tears pool in her eyes.
“Swallow it.” I pinch her nose. “You’ll either eat it or lose consciousness.”
I watch as her eyes change into slits, glaring at me. If she knew how that turned me on, she would probably cut her eyes out so she wouldn’t be able to tempt me.
Feeling her mouth move under my hand, I grab another ‘shroom. Crucinda shakes her head no, but she doesn’t get a say in when she stops eating. Removing my hand from her mouth, she spits the chewed-up food at me and pushes against me with all her might.
Once again, she’s taken me by surprise and manages to get up from the chair. “You can’t make me eat it.” She screams at me as she hobbles away. Goddamn, she thinks she’s going to get away? This indiscretion will not go unpunished.
Walking over to her, I pull her against my body. “Let me go.” Her struggle moves her ass against my cock, and I groan. That little huff she gives me makes me smile.
