Page 26 of The HellBeast's Soul

“You hungry, babe? Last time I checked, I have the ability to get my arse out of bed and get my woman some fucking food!” he roared back, making me retaliate in anger,

“You were asleep!”

“Yeah, do I look like sleeping fucking beauty to you?!” I couldn’t help but laugh and say,

“Well, maybe if you let me braid your hair all pretty.”

“Quit being fucking cute, Ella!” he said, making me unable to help smirking.

“Why, don’t you like it when I’m cute?” I asked, turning off the burner and making my way over to him, trying now for a new tactic.

“Oh no, don’t even try it,” he warned, but even I knew it was lacking effectiveness.

“Try what? You’re the one who called me cute,” I pointed out, in what I hoped was in a ‘cute tone’.

“I’m pissed off with you, Ella,” he stated sternly, and I swear it was getting harder not to laugh at this point.

“I thought you were more than pissed,” I said, pointing out his previous statement.

“Damn it, Ella, stop it!” he snapped, making me try not to smirk as I stepped up to him and started walking my fingers up his naked torso.

“Stop what?” I asked, feigning innocence, but he grabbed my hand to halt my wandering fingers when I reached the center of his chest.

“You know what.”

I fluttered my lashes up at him, giving him what I hoped were big ‘please find me cute’ eyes. Then I told him softly,

“I didn’t want to wake you, baby.” He let out a huff of breath but otherwise didn’t argue, so I took it as a good sign to carry on,

“Wanted to feed my man.”

This time, there was a deep sigh before I pulled out the big guns.

“Wanted to surprise you with your first breakfast out of jail.”

“Not a felon, baby,” he grumbled, but this was when I rose up on my tiptoes and wrapped my arms around his neck so I could whisper,

“But you should be, because you stole my heart.” At this a rumbled growl came from him before he crushed his lips to mine, kissing me until I was lightheaded and near panting.

“Damn, woman, but why can’t I stay mad at you?”

“Because I’m cute and barefoot in your kitchen,” I offered, feeling triumphant.

“Fucking delectable is what you are, and a Gods be damn menace when it comes to getting away with shit.” I couldn’t help but grin at this, something I tried to stop doing when he gave me an unimpressed look in return.

“Okay, so, I am sorry but look… see… nothing bad happened so we are all good,” I said, holding my arms to the sides as I turned around.

“Now do that naked and I might forgive you,” he said, making me scoff.

“Well, I think a plate full of bacon, sausage, pancakes, toast, and eggs is what’s gonna make you forgive me.”

“Eat it naked and we have a deal,” he countered, making me screech,

“What!?”

“You heard me. Now strip.” I frowned up at him and pointed out,

“But the bacon might splash me.”

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