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I woke up,or more like startled to consciousness, from a terrifying nightmare.
Shit.I couldn’t remember what it was about, but my father’s face flashed through my mind, gaunt and pale, the remnants of the man I once knew as his illness stole him away. I hadn’t dreamed about him in weeks, but last night had sent me into a spiral of realization that I refused to believe. Sex was physical—nothing more or less—and yet something invisible drew me closer to Wade. The emotional attachment was so powerful that it nearly brought me to my knees when he’d finally given himself completely to me.
If I thought his submission was remarkable before, it was nothing compared to the way his supple body had danced as I’d touched and laid claiming bites all over him. It was as though he was born to respond to my fingers, and I hated how much that tugged me in tighter to him.
The nightmare, and Dad’s face, was a reminder of what happened when I let people close—a world-shattering pain that drove me into a sea of loneliness. If it hadn’t been for Massimo and his resistance to my grief-stricken insults, I would still be there, wallowing in the depths of depression. My parents had been my strength, and while Mom’s death had hurt, it was Dad’s that had nearly killed me completely.
It was the kind of pain I wouldn’t let myself feel again. I wouldn’tloseagain because I wouldn’tloveagain. The coldness that my ex accused me of was my wall against the sorrow, and I wasn’t letting it crumble for anyone, especially not Wade Lee Sawyer.
I rubbed a palm over my tired eyes and glanced at the bed beside me. Frowning, I stared at the empty mattress. Ignoring my nudity—I liked sleeping without clothes—I threw back the blankets and rose. The air conditioner blasted the room because it’d been hot last night, and the cold air swirled around the bedroom as I stalked through the sliding door toward the living room. Some unreasonable part of me thought Wade had disappeared, left me in the middle of the night, and when I saw his figure standing in front of my display shelf, relief washed through me.
His fingers stroked a wooden ornament Massimo had given me as a joke after he’d visited Italy with his family. It was shaped as a large cock with big balls, and it stood tall and proud in the center of the other tidbits I’d gotten here and there. Beside the cock ornament was a paper award protected in a picture frame, and Wade’s fingers slowly moved to it next.
Dressed in only a pair of boxers, his hairless skin littered with my claiming bites shone under the morning sun that peeked through the windows, and despite what he was touching, I couldn’t help but stop a moment to appreciate the lines of his back and the dimples above his hips that I’d discovered last night. Every time I explored his body, I learned more about it, and I was addicted.
“What are you doing?” I snapped, harsher than I’d meant to sound.
Wade jumped, his hand knocking the award, and it wobbled. My heart crashed against my ribs, and I jolted forward, but Wade managed to grab the frame before it hurtled to the floor.
“Oh my God.” His chest heaved and he gasped. “That was close.”
Anger surged inside me, but I didn’t move, scared of what I would do if I got anywhere near him. There weren’t many possessions I owned that belonged to Dad anymore, but that award was one I cherished. Dad had won it when he was twenty after he’d entered his classic Mustang into a competition. He often showed it to me as a child, crowing about the one award he cherished above everything else in his collection of memories. When the time had come to sell his belongings, it was something I couldn’t give up.
“I’m sorry.” Wade shot around to look at me, eyes wide and bottom lip popped out. He gripped the award, knuckles white. “I didn’t mean to, Sir.”
“Put it back,” I murmured in a low tone, fists curled at my sides. I would never intentionally hurt him in ways meant to truly harm, but the fury that thrummed in my blood had me frozen in place, too scared of what I would do if I got closer to him. I would be mad at anyone who’d touched that award. “Now.”
His hands shook as he placed the frame back on the shelf beside the cock ornament, and then he turned toward me, fingers clasped together in front of himself. He bowed his head forward until his chin touched his chest. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
I exhaled, nostrils flaring. Closing my eyes, I took a few deep breaths. “What are you doing? Snooping?”
“I’m not,” he said quickly, barely letting me finish my sentence. The desperation in his voice had me opening my eyes again to stare at him. He rubbed a hand over his chest above his heart and switched between staring at the floor and me, as if he couldn’t quite decide which was the better place to anchor his gaze. Bruises littered his chest and belly and stood out in the morning light as low as his thighs, a visual reminder of what I’d done to him last night, how thoroughly I’d claimed him as my own. “I was only looking.”
“It’s calledsnooping. This—” I gestured widely around the room. “—is my home. My possessions. By looking at them, you were snooping.”
“You made me come here. I didn’t want to, but you told me to,” he snapped, surprising me into blinking at him. He flushed but kept his chin raised. Pride swelled in my chest. At least he had some fire in him. “If you didn’t want me to look, you shouldn’t have told me to stay here. Or you should’ve hidden them.”
“Or maybe you should learn manners,” I whispered, forcing myself to finally step forward. The anger bled away, leaving a fiery swirl of desire at the sight of his resistance. It was almost as perfect as his submission. “Did I give you permission to walk around my living room and stare at my belongings?”
“Did I give it to you?” he answered harshly. “I’m sure you looked at my stuff last night.”
“Enough,” I said simply, my voice calm.
He paused and licked his lips, the nervousness returning.
“What makes you think you can talk to me like this, Shoelicker? So, I finally fucked you, and you think you have rights?”
He opened his mouth.
“No. You are still my dirty little slut. The hole I can use however I want. My shoelicking traitor.”
A tremble swept through him and he cupped himself through his boxers. My gaze slid down to where he hid his cock, probably hardening with every insult I threw at him. I grinned.Perfect.I shifted forward until I was in front of him and grabbed his face between my fingers, popping out his lips with the force.
“You are my cock-sucking whore. You aremine. Do you understand?”
