Page 144 of Mayhem and Minnie

“It’s all your fault,” I continue, somehow unwilling to end her torment. “If you had helped me…” I sigh, feigning a forlorn expression.

“But… I don’t understand…”

“You made it hurt. You should have taken care of it, Minnie. It’s only right.”

She swallows hard.

“But we aren’t bonded yet. I can’t do that…” she mumbles to herself.

“Bonded?” I frown. “What does that mean?”

“Joined by a vow,” she explains, her tone even more serious.

“You mean married?” I croak, once more surprised. When will this girl not shock me with her behavior?

She nods.

“We must be bonded to touch each other, of course. But now that you’ve damaged it… Oh, Marlowe. What are we going to do? I was quite looking forward to it. After we bond, of course.”

Her expression is one of pure horror and she appears to be close to tears.

What the fuck…

“It was a joke,” I quickly say before she sheds any tears. “Nothing’s broken.”

She raises those big and beautiful eyes and stares at me.

And stares.

Moments on end, she stares.

“You…made a joke?” she inquires in a small, disgruntled voice. “You?” she repeats as if it’s absolutely out of the ordinary for me to make a joke.

It’s not, is it?

I frown as I think on it. When was the last time I joked with her? With anyone, for that matter?

The answer comes to me easily.

Never.

I don’t joke around. Just like I don’t go to public restrooms with a fucking hard-on caused by a little heathen who won’t even take responsibility for it.

I don’t get to reply to her as she takes me by surprise and stomps her heel on my foot.

Fuckk! That hurt like a bitch.

“You wretch!” she cries out. “How can you joke about that? I really thought I caused you permanent damage!” She starts pacing around. “But it was just a kiss on the cheek! It wasn’t anything lewd,” she continues as if trying to make sense of it.

“Have you thought that a kiss on the cheek might be just as potent?” I ask in between pained breaths.

“But it wouldn’t break your…thing…” She trails off.

“My thing?” I raise a brow, amused at seeing her so disconcerted. “You seem overly concerned with my cock, pet.”

She reddens even more.

“I d-don’t. That is to say I… It’s n-not like that.” She takes a deep breath to compose herself. “I merely wanted to make sure you aren’t hurt,” she mumbles.

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