Page 49 of The Retreat

Owen cups my cheek and brushes his thumb over my skin. “Ordering will take a while. Do you want to wait that long?”

I cock an eyebrow at him. “Is there anything in this place that you will eat right now?”

He purses his lips and thinks about it. “Probably not.”

“Exactly. So, lets order food, get changed, and eat in bed.”

“Oliver yells at me when I eat in bed.”

“Oliver isn’t here.”

He grumbles, “If I get another soy sauce stain on the sheets, I’ll never hear the end of it,” but follows me to our bedroom. On my phone, I pull up the sushi place he likes and order his normal comfort meal, adding something for me as well.

I toss my phone on the bed and look up to find him with his shirt open and belt undone. It would be sexy if he didn’t seem unsure.

“What is this?” I swirl my finger in a circle at his face.

“I—” he cuts himself off and pulls his brows together like he’s thinking of the right words.

“Are you still afraid you hurt me?”

He nods and looks at the floor again.

I stand, remove my jacket now that I’m no longer freezing, and come to him. Sliding my hands inside his shirt, I hold his hips and enjoy the warmth of his skin.

“Owen, darling.” I nuzzle his nose with mine. “I will drop to my knees right now and do it again if you want.”

“I made you cry.”

“Tears happen when you gag. It’s a natural reaction.” My voice drops to a whisper. “Do you have any idea how hard it made me? The way you took what you needed from me, used my mouth…” I start to thicken again just thinking about it. Pressing closer to him, I rock my dick against his thigh.

“You deserve to be treated with respect.”

“I very much enjoy being disrespected by those I want it from.”

An emotion I’m starting to recognize flashes in his eyes, jealousy.

“I assume the one time you had sex with a woman, you weren’t like that?”

“No one would like that side of me. That’s why I don’t let it out.”

“I liked it. No, I fucking loved it.”

“How do you like it? I’m being—mean.” He hesitates on the last word, like he can’t find the one he wants.

“You mean, aggressive?” He nods, and I smile, dragging my teeth over my lip. “I love it.” I grind against him again.

“Is this because of your trauma?”

“Excuse me, that’s rude, and maybe, but that’s beside the point.” I wave it off. “Plenty of people like it rough, so it doesn’t make me strange!”

“Okay, princess, if you say so.”

“Princess?”

He lifts a brow at me and the buzzer of our food being delivered interrupts my retort.

I point at him and mock glare on my way out. “Get changed, you’re cuddling me tonight.”

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