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“Yes, and we will finish this…” I give her a pointed look and she nods “…but right now I have a present for you.”
“A present? More than the phone and all the clothes you had delivered to me?” She’s baiting. Wanting me to admit my possessiveness.
“I’m not going to apologize for monopolizing your time here. You dance for me.” It’s not a request, and this girl just smiles. Not at all upset, which makes me happy. “But yes, I have a small token, just so you see how serious I am. That this is about more than getting between your thighs.”
“Are you saying you don’t want me?” The playful tinge to her tone makes me chuckle. London is more relaxed in this moment than I’ve seen her to date. Like a weight has been lifted from her shoulders.
“Baby girl, my biggest wish is to impale you on my cock. To watch you choke on a scream as I split you in two.” Her mouth drops open and those soft cheeks flush. She’s not put off by my words; the way she shivers and comes closer is evidence enough. My girl likes a dirty mouth. “But not tonight. Tonight, I want you to choose. We do what you want.”
“What I want?”
“Anything and everything. Even if that means you walk out that door and go home to bed.”
13
WHAT I WANT?
What do I want?
It’s a question that no one ever asks me anymore. Well, not since Mom left this earth to find peace in heaven. I see now that she was the only one that cared for my well-being. The one that taught me to dream big and fight for my happiness.
It’s why I am trying so hard now. Why I’m willing to sell my body if it comes to that.
Things weren’t always the way they are now. I remember days of warmth and happiness. When money was the last thing on anyone’s mind.
But then she died, and so did the peace I had. Working here to find my freedom is all I have left. It’s my last promise to her memory.
However, looking into his green eyes, my metaphorical walls crumble. They don’t stand a single chance against his devilish grin with just the right amount of sweet that causes my thighs to clench. A subtle movement he doesn’t miss.
Fighting my desire for him isn’t working; it’s the true meaning of a losing battle. He makes me want more. Makes me want to let go and live.
“Tell me, Twirl.” Malcolm sits up, running the tips of his fingers up each leg. “I’ll give you anything you want.” Slowly, he finds his way to my waist where his fingers almost encompass my abdomen—all the way around with little room left between his fingertips, showcasing how tiny I am.
Something else I like about him. Find attractive.
Malcolm Asher is the epitome of all things male. The literary equivalent of what I’ve read about in books when describing a true alpha.
He’s dangerous, and from what I have seen, those around him show nothing but respect in his presence. And yet, with me he’s shown another side; it’s still rough, yet not intimidating. He’s not trying to force himself on me, but instead, make me want him.
And I do. God, I do.
The man is handsome, dominant, and pushes every single one of my buttons. Gives me a boost in confidence—makes me feel comfortable in my own skin.
I’m beautiful to him, but will I survive if things blow up in my face?
“I don’t know how to answer that, Malcolm. What I want isn’t going to suddenly appear.”
Those fingertips dig in—the small bite of pain feels good. “Don’t fight it, baby. Just let go.” He makes it all sound so simple. Like my wishes are his command, and that’s very dangerous for me.
However, the more his stare penetrates mine, I find myself unconsciously moving. Straddling his thighs once more, my dress bunches up around my midsection as I press our bodies close. No room between us.
“I want my freedom, Malcolm.” Laying my forehead against his, I give in. Saying aloud what I’ve kept hidden for years. “I want to feel alive.”
“Then it’s yours.” He groans, flexing his hips against the shallow roll of mine. And Christ, I feel every solid inch. How thick he is. How much he wants me.
Wants this between us, and more so because I’m the one who’s initiating this contact. Because I want him too.
Seeing his physical desire—the hunger in his eyes creates a heady reaction in me. It’s freeing. No pressure whatsoever as I give in to my own wants.
