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She leaned forward and released a breathy laugh, hot against my ear. “I need you to put your hand inside my panties and memorize all the places that you make me hunger for your cock. Stroke and pet them, slide inside with your fingers…”
I covered her mouth, “Have you been a good girl since the last time we were together like this, or have you been showing other men what’s mine?” I hated the way jealousy gnawed at me, but the mere thought of her in the arms of another fueled a burning need to claim her, to make clear she belonged to me alone. “Don’t lie to me, Faith.”
A scowl tugged at the corners of my lips, and again, my fists clenched involuntarily. My insides were a volatile mixture of anger and a gnawing ache. Thinking of her with someone else stabbed at my chest, and an unbearable surge of possessiveness hit me.
I shot out my hand and used her nape like a lever, pressing down on it until it forced her to bend her body downward, the motion awkward and totally out of place at the moment. Especially since we hadn’t even discussed consent.
Defined the rules of our engagement.
I knew somewhere in my alleged mind that I was going about this all wrong, deftly manipulating her lithe, irresistible shape until she lay across my lap, my granite-hard cock wedging itself insistently into her side.
I drew myself up short, realizing this had gotten out of hand.
Her shoulder blades were stiff, locked together, and surprise or resistance constricted the defined muscles of her back.
Her ribs rose in a steady rhythm.
Panting.
My blood came all at once in a whoosh, buffeting my eardrums.
That night, Faith vowed, “No, Daddy. I haven’t let anyone touch me there but you. I promise.”
I learned desire has a flavor.
Caramel.
Chocolate.
Bittersweet like grapefruit.
And I was about to make her my fucking banquet.
CHAPTER5
FAITH
Did I really just call him “daddy”? I wondered while lying over his lap.
I found it hard to focus. It must be pregnancy making me so shook for this man.
The resonant rumble of his voice stirred my senses. “That’s my good, fucking girl,” he purred. His deep notes captivated me like no other man ever could.
I argued with myself. Maybe it was the hormones that made me need him to park his big fire truck in my little garage.
But inside, I knew better.
His voice brought me back to the matter at hand, namely his hand on my ass.
“I want you to pick a safe word, so you have a way out if things get too intense. Everything has to be consensual between us. Even when I’m forcing you.”
Forcing me?
He said it as if it were a foregone conclusion.
The idea made my heart hammer foolishly.
Why was the idea of him taking me by force so very hot?
