Page 27 of Savage Game
Something in her eyes flashed, and her lips firmed.
Ah, and here we have the hissing and spitting little kitten she is.
“No, I don’t have problems with your stuff, ah, list, ah, plans. I’m just, um, I wasn’t expecting you to ask me anything. You own me for a month, right?”
“Nonconsensual sex is rape, Kittycat, no matter what you call it.”
“Nonconsensual? Liam agreed. He—he told me to be here.” She bit her lip and glanced around as if the answer to her question was written on the walls.
“Kittycat.” He placed a wealth of empathy in his voice as pain stabbed his chest.
Fucking Liam Randall, impotent, cowardly…
His inner rambling and—quite honestly murderous—thoughts toward her husband came to a halt when he detected her scrambling away from him on the bed. “Shh. I’m not mad at you, sweetie. Shh.”
She pursed her lips and her brows lowered, but she stopped putting distance between them. Tension rolled from her in almost tangible waves.
Great job, Nolan. Even when you try to negotiate with the pretty Kittycat, you manage to terrify her.
To his amazement, a small hand slid into his palm and squeezed. He turned his head and faced her.
“I’m not afraid of you. I’m afraid of angry men, and you just looked angry.”
“Oh, Kittycat.” He curled an arm around her and pulled her against his body. She came willingly and even draped a leg over his thighs. His body responded instantaneously, but if she noticed, Charlotte didn’t react. Byron pressed a kiss to her head and chuckled in her hair. “How about we try this again?”
Against his chest, her cheek rose. “All right, Sir. Negotiation?”
Her voice was a bit muffled against his skin, and he couldn’t see her face, but maybe it was easier for her if she couldn’t see him. “Go ahead.”
“I agree to what you suggested, and I would like to add a blowjob, and I’m not averse to sex, but I would like to play that by ear if that’s all right with you?”
He flexed his hand laying curled around her shoulder and forced himself to relax his hold when his fingertips made white indentations on her delicate skin. “I agree. However, I want you to have a safeword for when things get to be too much. Useredif you want everything to stop, andyellowif we need to slow down.”
“Can’t I just say no or slow down?”
“Kittycat, contrary to popular belief, no doesn’t always mean no. Sometimes, we say no because we’re overwhelmed, and sometimes, we protest because wethinkwe shouldn’t like what’s happening.”
“Oh, okay. Red to stop and yellow to slow down. I understand, Sir.”
One moment she lay half draped over him cuddling, the next she was naked as a jay bird, flat on her back with Sir looming over her. He didn’t frighten her, not exactly, but the intensity in his expression took her breath away.
His intense blue gaze darkened with desire, and she marveled at her ability to evoke such lust. When Liam fucked her—or let Michael use her—she was nothing but a convenient hole. The way Sir viewed her was different.
“What was that thought?”
She jerked. “W-what?”
“I want to know what put that expression on your face.”
She fought back the tears. “L-Liam. How… how differently you treat me from him.”
He let out an animalistic growl. “That man is not worth a moment of your thoughts and definitely has no place in our bed.”
She blinked at his use ofourbed, and a wayward tear found its way to the surface and trickled down her cheek. Using the pad of his thumb, he wiped the drop from her skin and cradled her face in his palms.
His mouth landed on hers, and an “Oomph” escaped her as their teeth clashed. His tongue slid inside, seeking hers, almost dueling with hers before they settled into a more languid exploration of each other’s mouths and tastes. A warmth, partly satisfaction, and partly arousal, built in her chest, and by the time he pulled back, she was as soft and warm as freshly cooked noodles.
Charlotte bemoaned the loss of his body weight on top of her and wanted more of his taste. She reached out for him and discovered she couldn’t.
