“You eaten?”
I shake my head.
“Hungry?”
“Only for your dick.”
He gives me a look, and I expect him to throw me down on the nearest flat surface, but he doesn’t.
Instead, he sits my ass down on the kitchen counter and goes over to the fridge. I watch as he takes out a beer, turns and gives me a chin lift. I shake my head.
He pops the lid and takes the bottle to his lips, and then chugs half of it down. His eyes never leave mine.
I stare at him, wondering what the hell he’s doing. I’m right here on a platter.
He takes his phone out of his back pocket, scrolls through and then dials.
“Who are you calling?” I mouth.
He shakes his head.
I listen as he proceeds to order Chinese food, my favorite dishes, and then hangs up.
“I said I wasn’t hungry.”
“No. You said you were hungry for my dick.”
“And yet you ordered egg rolls and sweet and sour chicken instead.”
He gives me a chin lift. “Talk to me.”
I open my mouth and no sound comes out.
“What do you mean?”
He gives me a look. “You move your lips and words come out.”
I go to undo my belt again and he grips my wrists. “No, Luna.”
I frown. “No?”
“Not until you answer me.”
“You don’t want me?” Tears spring to my eyes. I can’t help it.
Payden warned me about this, but did I listen? The fuck I did not.
Pain hits my chest.
“Didn’t say that.”
“But you’re not fucking me on the counter, so why am I here?”
“Exactly. Why are you here? To get fucked?”
I nod.
He shakes his head. “I don’t believe it.”