Page 56 of Mischief Mayhem

“I’ll let you sit on my face tonight,” she murmured. “Would you like that?”

The visual sent shivers down my spine, and I scrambled to find my keys.

“Fucking hell, V,” I said. “Let’s go.”

She giggled and grabbed the keys from me. “I saw the way you were shooting back tequila. I’ll drive.”

Not willing to argue with a sober queen, I circled around to the other side and climbed in, buckling my seat belt like a good passenger princess. She held the wheel with one hand and my trembling knee with the other, and I swore to myself that I would never do anything to tear this apart.

By the time we got to her house, the adrenaline from the fight had worn off and I needed a shower to get the guy’s blood off me. V nodded to her bedroom, indicating I should use the one in the primary, before she turned to the fridge to search for drunken munchies. I heard her mumbling something about frozen pizza as I headed in that direction.

Once I was squeaky clean and ready to preen, I dressed in my boxers and white T-shirt before heading back out to the living room. The smell of something cooking in the oven made my stomach grumble, but I stopped dead in my tracks at the sight of her in the living room.

She’d washed her makeup off, looking so much more like her father without all the black around her eyes, and she’d put on loose gym shorts and a tight black crop top. I’d seen her in leather, I’d seen her naked, but those baggy clothes and that fresh, clean face turned me on more than anything ever had before.

“Fuck yeah,” I said, plopping down on the couch next to her. Sure, there was an entire wraparound of cushions to choose from, but I wanted her to touch me and remind me this was real, that I had her with me tonight and maybe for as long as she wanted me. “Is that the stuffed crust?”

She nodded and handed me a bottle of water, twisting off the cap for me before I brought it to my lips for a deep drink.

“You’re so good to me,” I said.

“Thank you for that . . . with the guy.” She grabbed my hand and brought it to her lips, tenderly kissing each bruised knuckle.

“Of course, V,” I said. “I’ll always protect you. Always.”

She brought her gaze to up to meet mine, curling her lips into a sweet smile, one I so rarely saw her wear. Affection spread through my chest at the thought that no one got to see this expression, no one got to see her so relaxed. No, it was just for me and me alone.

Well, doesn’t that just make a guy swoon?

I brushed a stray piece of hair behind her ear and leaned in to kiss her, trying to convey how much adoration I had for her with that one gesture. She moaned into the contact, cupping my jaw so she could take as much as she wanted.

“I’m sorry I ruined your truth or dare,” she said, reaching to the side table to retrieve a bottle of whiskey. “We can play our own version if you want.”

I narrowed my eyes on her and took the liquor, twisting off the cap so I could take a swig. “Okay, Little Montgomery. You first. Truth or dare.”

“Truth,” she said.

“Hmm.” I narrowed my eyes at her taking the easy way out. “Why did you become a domme?”

“I was hurting for cash in Manhattan. It’s a really expensive place to live.” She explained how she’d found the club through her roommate, and eventually the rich investment banker that liked being financially dominated. “I thought it sounded like easy money, getting paid to say things to men that I already liked to say.”

I laughed and handed the bottle to her so she could take a swig. “Fair enough.”

“When did you find out you liked to be submissive?” She pulled on the liquor and swallowed, making me remember what it felt like to be shoved down that throat while her muscles worked. I ignored the twitch between my legs.

“You have to ask me truth or dare first.” I smiled at her side-eye glare, but she played along.

“Fine,” she said. “Truth or dare.”

“Dare.” I’d answer her question anyway, but I wanted to see what she would come up with.

“Okay, I dare you to get down on your knees and tell me exactly how you feel about our situation.”

I damn near sprang off the couch to heed her command, falling to the ground so I could crawl in between her legs. Her thighs were silky smooth, and the devotion pouring out of her violet gaze created a burn in my cheeks that cascaded down my neck and into my chest.

“Verona Montgomery,” I started. “Mistress Mayhem, I love the way you command my body. I started this celibacy streak because I was trying to make something outta myself, and the way you wreck me is unmatched by anyone else on this great planet.”

She flashed a playful smile, and I slid my hands higher, spreading my fingers up over her shorts so I could cup her hips. V leaned into the touch, curving her pelvis off the couch as if to bring it closer to me. From this vantage point, I saw up her crop top, to those beautiful perky breasts I wanted to bite and mark. The edge of her scar poked out from under the hem, and I caught sight of something shiny lying over it.

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