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“You good?” Mama asks, warily, and I give her a curt nod before turning my sights back to a red-faced Zoe.
Ahhh. She’s angry. Just the way I like her.
Feisty.
“Get to our room. Now.”
With that sass I love, but also want to tame, I watch as she crosses her arms over her chest and pops her hip.
“No.”
A deep rumbling sounds from my chest, and I lean forward, putting my face right before hers.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me, Grayson.” Her brows lift in challenge. “No.”
Rolling my tongue in my mouth, I work to keep my temper under control, which is really fucking hard.
Rearing back, I open the supply closet door with one hand, while grabbing Zoe by the arm with the other, dragging her inside and shutting us both in.
“What are you doing?” she cries. “Let go of me!”
I release her, flicking the light on and lighting up the small space which smells like bleach with the hint of beer. I’m pretty sure it’s coming from the mop and bucket in the corner by our feet.
Yeah, so this isn’t the brightest idea I’ve ever had, but we are here now and I’m fucking rolling with it.
Zoe blinks, her eyes adjusting to the dim light of the closet, while I loom over her, forcing her to step back until her ass hits the shelves behind her.
“When I tell you to fucking do something. You do it.” I remind her, and she rolls her eyes.
“Did you take drama in school? I bet you got high grades for it.”
Her tease doesn’t bother me. I like it when she attempts to bring me down a notch or two. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn’t.
“I didn’t finish school, Princess. So, all thisdramais fucking natural.”
She scoffs. “You missed your calling as an actor then.”
“It’s never too late.” I remark. “It might be nice to have my female fans stalk me and send me their panties. Even offer their cunts for a night in my bed.”
“Yeah, well, they’ll have to get through me!”
I grin and press myself against her slim frame. “Exactly.”
Frowning, her mouth opens and closes a few times, confused by my response.
“Why do they have to get through you, Princess?” I ask, wanting her to understand.
“Because they… You… Ugh! Shut up, Grayson!”
I chuckle, cupping her nape and hovering my lips over hers.
“They can’t have me, because I’m yours. Right?”
“Wrong. I don’t want you.” She denies but doesn’t fight me when I slide my hand down between the front of her shorts and her searing flesh.
“Hmmm. Your cunt says otherwise, Princess.”
