Page 6 of Ferocious Nightmare

She stared at me, a curious look on her face. “Fine. Then I want to see my father, and I want you to meet him. I also want to be involved in your life. I won't waste precious brain cells only being a pretty face on your arm. I want in on the business--"

"Not happening."

"Then this--" she motioned between herself and me, "isn't happening."

"Aster," I warned her, “you're not--"

"No, you're not." She stared up at me with that stubborn face, those fiery eyes, her red hair in beautiful waves around her face.

I hated that I wanted to fist it in my hand and force her to her knees to suck me off. Her fire made me so goddamn hard.

"And another thing," she continued, "if you're not going to have sex with me, then from here on out, you won't ever touch me. I can get myself off, thank you very much."

Immediately my fingers itched to touch her, just because she'd told me that I couldn’t. Because I wanted to remind her how good it could be between us. To show her, again and again, how much she wanted me by coming on my fingers.

Because I needed to feel her like I needed my own goddamn hands.

Fuck, this woman.

"Fine," I growled. "But that means no one else touches you either."

"And the same goes for you."

I ground my molars, and she gave me a cocky grin. "You can use your own hand, just like me." She stepped forward and into my space, not touching me. She was so confident, so damn sexy as she stared up at me with that grin stretched across her face. I wanted to wipe it from her. "You know what I think?"

"What?"

"If you won’t even let me have my own room, then I think you won't last two weeks. I think you'll be on your knees, begging me to let you make me come."

I leaned down, my nose millimeters from hers. "You think you’re that much of a temptation?”

"Yeah. I do." She grinned ferociously. “Why else would you offer it—every night if I wanted, you said.”

Why did her smile have to be so damn beautiful?"Let's make a bet then, shall we? I'll give you your freedom, a car, security— “

"A garden," she interrupted.

"You can have the whole fucking yard if you want it," I growled, "and you give me fourteen days. Two weeks, and if I don't touch you, then you'll stay out of my business."

"Easy," she scoffed.

Straightening, I held out my hand. "Is it a deal then?"

"Deal." She raised her hand to shake it but I pulled mine away, wiping that damn smug look off her face.

"No touching, remember?"

She scowled, holding out her hand. I stared at it, grunting, “What?"

"Credit card."

Hell. I tilted my head to the side. “Dante?"

He entered the room, having been waiting outside the whole day to guard her. "Set her up a credit card."

"And a car.”

“I want a truck."

We both stared at her like she'd grown an extra head. She didn't explain herself, just stared up at us with that defiant look.

“Fine, get her whatever truck she wants."

She grinned, and that beautiful look on her face was worth any amount she would spend on the truck.

"Now," she sashayed towards the door and my eyes went to that damn sexy ass. She stopped at the door, glancing back at me and giving me a smoldering look. “Are you coming, fiancé?”

Shit. I was truly fucked.

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