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That killed the smile. Fuck, why had I said that to her the other day? No wonder she hadn't responded to my text. An intense anxiety attack had followed my post-nut clarity, and I'd fled the room when I should have given her more aftercare. Because I was that an asshole.
Across the store, I caught Colby staring at us and lifted my chin in greeting. He gave me a tense look, then his eyes returned to Mira. Was it possible that little Colby Storm had a thing for what was mine? Fuck, I needed to stop the deranged thoughts running through my head. She wasn't mine.
"Are they already setting up upstairs?" I asked Colby, holding up the box of wine. "Anna asked me to bring this by."
Colby simply nodded. Mira leaned in closer.
"Is this the same kind of thing as last week's event? I should attend."
"This scene is too goddamn much for someone young and innocent like you," I snapped.
"Did you know the human brain finishes maturing right around my age?"
"So what?"
"So," she said, stepping around the counter and poking me in the chest. "I make my own goddamn decisions." She was behaving like a brat—the kind I liked, unfortunately.
"Listen, little girl," I snapped, setting down the box of wine and taking a step closer to her. The nickname was a reminder, an attempt to force myself to focus on how young and inexperienced she was compared to me. "You are not invited."
"Aw. Do you feel like an asshole after the other day? You don't have to feel guilty about fucking me, sweetheart. I'm not a kid," she said. "And I came so hard around your cock." Her newfound boldness made me wonder what went on in her dirty, sexy mind.
"I don't… Fuck. Stay out of the goddamn munch. This is not your scene." I wanted to tell her I didn't do relationships, but I stopped myself, worried it might give her hope. Worried it might give me away, because I was already thinking of her in terms of relationships.
Mira stared at me, her dark eyes wide, betraying a flicker of vulnerability before they hardened with determination. "Don't you think I should find that out for myself?" she asked defiantly.
"Fine," I spat, my anger and desire mingling into a dangerous cocktail. "You want to be punished? You want to know exactly what it feels like to belong to me?"
Her eyes lit up. "Punished how?"
"Test me and find out." I turned to Colby, who had been watching the exchange. "Colby, I need her for a moment. Mira, come with me." Without waiting for a response, I stalked out of Tangled Pages, forcing myself not to look back.
"Wait!" Mira called out, jogging to keep up with me. "I won't just blindly follow your commands, you know." Yet there she was, right on my heels, rushing to catch up. Smiling, I led her straight to my small bungalow a few blocks away from the bookstore. I wondered if she'd even asked Colby before she'd chased after me.
"Then why are you following me? You ditched work because I ordered you to?"
"Colby said it was fine. We close in fifteen minutes, so I'm not technically ditching." Mira hesitated at the door, her cheeks flushed. "You may have a point, though," she admitted softly, her dark eyes meeting mine with a mixture of defiance and vulnerability. "It only happens with you. The following orders thing. Something about your dick."
"Fuck," I cursed under my breath, realizing the dangerous game we were playing. This wasn't how things were done, but the lines between right and wrong felt blurred in that moment.
The moment she stepped inside my house, Mira's expression changed. Her eyes widened slightly as if she suddenly realized the gravity of her actions. I turned on her, my voice gruff and tense. "So, how much of a slut are you, Mira?"
She tilted her head to the side, considering the question with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "More than I realized, apparently." She sounded a little mystified.
"Is that so?" My mind was racing with possibilities. Perhaps I simply needed to freak her out and put an end to this madness. I rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a packaged anal douche kit. That would surely scare the shit out of her. Handing it to her, I said, "I need you to clean yourself fully. I'm going to use you the way I need to tonight."
Instead of recoiling, Mira took the kit and read the instructions carefully, then peeked up at me with those daring eyes. "Where's the bathroom? I should shower, too."
"Down the hall, first door on the right," I answered, surprised by her willingness but also feeling the heat of my own arousal intensify. What the fuck was wrong with me? I kept throwing challenges at her, and she kept embracing them, loving them. First, the anal sex, which was meant to be a show of my power over her had made her come harder than I'd ever seen a woman come. Now this.
Mira was fucking incredible.
She stood on her tiptoes to kiss me gently on the lips, before turning to walk down the hall. As I watched her disappear into the bathroom, a wave of panic washed over me. We needed to establish boundaries, not leap right in — but all I wanted to do with Mira was drag her down into the depths of my depravity and never look back.
I leaned against the wall, trying to regain my control for a moment before following her into the bathroom. She didn't seem to mind my presence, or maybe she wasn't aware of what this kind of prep entailed. I couldn't believe we were doing this, but there was no going back now.
"Get undressed," I commanded, trying to keep my voice steady despite the chaos brewing inside me.
Mira hesitated for only a moment before she began to strip, her movements slow and deliberate. Her dark, wavy hair cascaded down her back as she removed her shirt and bra, revealing the smooth, flawless skin beneath. I swallowed hard, my cock throbbing painfully at the sight of her.
