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I pull out a chair, silently asking her to sit. “You’ll be more understanding once you have a belly full of food.”
She huffs, stepping toward the chair. I pull mine out but refuse to sit before her. My right eyebrow cocks, waiting. I love that she is trying to defy me, but in the end, we both know she will be a good girl and do as she’s told.
Sienna falls into her seat, the chair tipping backward slightly before it thuds back down. I try to keep my expression neutral even though a smirk is begging my lips to turn upward. I love that she obeys even when she doesn’t want to.
Her arms are crossed over her chest and her frown refuses to smooth out. Her stubbornness is cute as Hell. No one challenges me like she can. Her body strums with a need to defy me, and I want to tell her this is helping the foreplay between us, but I don’t think she’d get the same enjoyment out of it that I do. Her taut muscles refuse to move, causing me to chuckle as I dish our dinner out.
I bring my chair next to hers and our knees bump into each other. Her back straightens and her body goes even more rigid. Being this close has her perfume wrapping around me at every angle. She never had a chance against me, but I never expected us to be bonding over a shared dinner. I’ve been holding on to the notion that I had to stay away from her, but why? I remove her utensils, giving her time to protest, but her fuckable lips stay sealed. I spear a piece of sweet and sour pork with my fork, bringing it to her lips. She sucks in a ghastly breath, shaking her head.
“I thought we wanted to be adults here…” I state, pressing the meat to her nude-colored lips.
“You’re fucking psycho—”
I jab the piece of food into her mouth before she can finish the sentence.
“I’ve been called much worse, but I have to admit, it does sound much more beautiful coming from your mouth.” I spear some noodles and twirl them around the fork before lifting. Her fingers indicate she’s still chewing without saying a word. I watch in fascination when she swallows with a bob. My imagination goes wild from the action and my cock hardens. It’s like I’m a teen boy who just figured out how his dick works. In fact, I don’t remember the last time a woman made my dick do anything. I thought I’d lost that part of myself. Killing has been my lover for the last few years.
Once again, she refuses by shaking her head. I narrow my eyes and she opens her mouth to argue, “I can fucking—”
I slip the food in with a chuckle, enjoying myself.
Her hand reaches out, grasping mine. A current zaps through me, and she must feel it too. Her hand loosens before she tries to grab the utensil from me. “I can do it myself.”
I’m not giving this up. “Next time, when I ask you to eat, do it and I won’t have to help you. You’re stuck with me feeding you now. The faster we eat, the faster we can enjoy our wine and talk.”
Surprisingly, she opens her mouth, waiting for her next mouthful. I feed her in silence. It’s not awkward, but rather enjoyable, even though her face isn’t portraying how I’m feeling. This is her favorite type of takeout, I would think she’d at least comment on the fact. She used to order this type of stuff three times a week.
When her plate is empty, I begin on mine. I’ve never had a meal taste so delicious. It has to be the company. She drinks her wine and I pour her a second glass as I’m finishing up.
“Now, you must be feeling better.” I stand, clearing the table, before sitting on the couch. My hand pats the seat next to me. Her face transforms and a fake mask slips on.
She walks over, drink in hand, and lays down, placing her feet on me. Taking a sip of my wine, I set it on the coffee table and begin to rub at her feet. What is she playing at? Whatever game she thinks she’s playing, I can play too.
“The travel across different states was going to be long and boring. I slipped you something to make you more comfortable.” I answer her original question.
“Where are we?”
“We’re back in Texas, under your father’s nose. He’ll never look for you here, and I can assure your safety this way.”
“We need boundaries, Max.”
Boundaries…
Not,get the hell away from me. I can work with this.
“We’re not going to start lying to each other. This is who we are. No boundaries are needed, not that I’d heed whatever you want to place forward,” I respond, and she slips her foot from my hand, her angry face back in full force.
“Max,” she growls, her forehead ruffling. “No more drugging me.” She stands, pointing. “I mean it. I don’t like not being in control.” She says it with such a sad face, who am I to refuse her request?
“Fine. No more drugging,” I concede.
“You need to knock like a regular person.”
I hold up my hand. “Neither of us are normal people. You got one request. That’s enough for now.” I stand, placing my wine on the counter.
“Have a good night, Sienna.” I leave, letting myself out. My body pauses just before I shut the door. “Don’t forget to lock the door.” The door is almost closed when I add, “And Sienna, don’t be getting any crazy thoughts. If you run, it will either be me or your family killing you.”
Romeosentmeoutof town over a week ago and my anxiety is through the roof. I’ve read at least two thick textbooks while dealing with a rat who became too chummy with a fucking undercover cop, but in doing so I had to leave Sienna unattended.
