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But then he glanced over into the mirror. Shit. No wonder she was shying away from him. He looked every inch the monster he knew he was.
“Happen? What? In the thirty seconds I’ve been gone? I only walked into the bedroom.”
And pulled a blanket around her. He definitely didn’t like that.
“Were you given permission to cover yourself?”
“I was cold.”
Reaching around, he raised the blanket up and slapped her ass twice.
“Hey! Ouch!”
“Don’t get too sassy. I have no problem teaching you to mind your manners.”
She tossed her hair back. Well, it looked like that was what she’d been trying to do but had forgotten it was tied up. “You don’t scare me.”
“Don’t lie, Pequeña,” he warned, placing his hand lightly on the base of her throat.
“I’m not.”
“I’ve seen you flinch.”
“Sometimes, I might be . . . wary. But I’m not scared.”
She still had no sense of self-preservation.
Although he could admit to himself that he was no danger to her.
Moving his hand, he ran his thumb over her lip. “What is this problem?”
“I need you to help me fix the bed.” She turned and led him into the room.
Ahh. Right.
He curled an arm around her from behind, fitting her into his front. “I don’t know, you made the mess. I should make you tidy it up yourself like a good girl.”
“That doesn’t seem very nice.” She turned with a pout. “Please, help me.”
He touched her lower lip. “You really think this will sway me? To do what you want?”
“Is it swaying you?”
“Of course not.”
Liar.
But he couldn’t have her finding out the truth. That she could very easily wrap him around her little finger.
“But I will help you. Drop the blanket first.”
She bit her lip. “I have to make the bed naked?”
“You weren’t worried about your nakedness before. Don’t get all shy on me now. You know how gorgeous you are. And how much you affect me.”
It was like his words filled her with self-confidence. She dropped the blanket, revealing her gorgeous body.
Fuck.
She was a distraction. That was certain.
Together, they righted the mattress and the bedding.
“Do you like making forts often?” he asked.
She shrugged. “They make me feel safe. I don’t like sleeping in such a big bed. It doesn’t make me feel very secure. I’ve only ever had single beds.”
He’d noticed she had a single bed in her apartment.
Some ideas of how to make her feel secure while sleeping ran through his head. Most of them involved swaddling her. With a blanket or with himself.
He pushed those thoughts aside.
“Get on the bed and into position.”
Holy heck.
Her heart raced. What was she doing? She was so far out of her league, it wasn’t funny.
Cat lay back on the bed as she watched him strip. He took his shirt off first, each movement steady, unrushed.
She licked her dry lips.
“You’re not in position yet. Do you need a lesson on following orders?”
“No,” she squeaked out.
“Are you sure?” he asked. “Because you are rather disobedient. Did I not tell you to stay behind me today?”
“Yes, but—”
“No, buts. Just do as you are told.”
She moved her feet up, so they were flat on the mattress as he removed his belt. Would he ever use his belt when he punished her?
How did she feel about that?
Worried? Anxious? Turned-on?
Yeah, maybe a mix of all three. This was insane.
“Legs farther apart.” He undid his pants and peeled them off.
Lord, he was beautiful. All his smooth skin, which was covered in tattoos. They went over his chest, his arms, his hands.
He was like a walking, breathing artwork, and it only made her grow more aroused.
She wanted to run her tongue all over him.
And then, off went his boxers. And there was his cock.
Right in front of her.
And they had another problem.
He grasped hold of the shaft, running his hand up and down it.
“Another problem?” he asked.
“I said that out loud?”
“Yep. And what would this problem be? That you don’t know how you’re going to resist my dick? Good news is that you don’t have to for long.”
And cue another eye roll.
“That’s five.”
“Five? You can’t spank me for rolling my eyes,” she protested.
“That’s what you haven’t realized yet. I can do whatever I like.”
“Lord help me.”
“He won’t.” He grinned and strode over to her, kneeling in front of her on the floor. “There’s no helping you now.”
And didn’t she know it.
She wondered what he saw as he looked at her. Did he really want to put his tongue on her? Sometimes she felt so old . . . as if she’d lived fifty lifetimes and other times, like right now, she felt young and inexperienced.
He surprised her by kissing the inside of her thigh instead of moving right to the main event.
“Easy, Pequeña. You’re all right. You just need to relax.”
“I don’t know how to do that.”
“Close your eyes,” he commanded. “That’s it. Good girl. You’re being so brave.”
