Page 5 of Claimed By the Ex-Con

Roxie grimaces. “You could say that,” she answers. “If anyone even saw me and a boy look at each other, it got back to my father and his next sermon would be about keeping our eyes on ourselves or something ridiculous.”

I frown. “That sounds pretty controlling, sunflower.”

A spark lights up her eyes and she smirks. “Just made me more determined to break free one day,” she says, taking a drink from her glass of water and licking a drop off her bottom lip.

“And how, exactly, would you like to break free, Roxie?” I ask, my voice low and rough.

She sets her glass down, her breath hitching. “By doing all the things he’d hate,” she says, leaning closer to me. “Being loud and unafraid, not caring what the gossips around here say, tearing my good girl reputation to shreds, doing whatever I want with my body, with whoever I want.”

Fuck. “And what is it you want to do with your gorgeous body, sunflower?” I ask, leaning closer too so there’s barely a breath between us. Her pupils widen, swallowing the beautiful blue of her eyes.

“It’s not what I want to do with it,” she admits, her voice breathy and tinged with desire. “It’s what I want you to do.”

“Tell me exactly what you want, Roxie,” I demand, needing her to say it, needing her to tell me with her words.

She shifts in her seat, and for a second I think she’s going to back down. Instead, she straightens her spine and lifts her chin. Her hand lands on my knee, and fuck if all my blood doesn’t rush south at that mere contact.

“I want you to kiss me again,” she whispers huskily. “I want you to touch me again. Everywhere. I want to touch you, too. I want … God, I want it all.”

I grab her hand, dragging it up my leg to the bulge in my trousers. She gasps, her hand cupping me, squeezing experimentally.

“You want me, baby? You got me,” I tell her. “But if I kiss you again, if I touch you again, you need to know—you’re mine. There’s no going back, Roxie.”

“I don’t wanna go back,” she breathes, and that’s all the confirmation I need.

Roxie squeals as I grab her, standing and throwing her over my shoulder. One arm bound around her thighs, my other hand cupping her ass, squeezing and groaning as her dress flips up to expose her lacy underwear, I carry her through the building and up the stairs.

“You can’t just pick me up like this!” Roxie says, but she’s giggling and squirming as I spank her ass lightly.

“I can do whatever the fuck I want,” I tell her as I open the door to my room and kick it closed behind us. “You’re mine now, Roxie.”

“Is that so?” she sasses me as I set her on the edge of the bed. “Well, then that goes both ways. You’re mine, too. I get to do whatever the fuck I want.”

I can’t help but bark out a surprised laugh, utterly entranced by her spark. “Fuck yes I am, Roxie,” I agree, voice low. “You can do whatever the fuck you want with me, sunflower. Only question is, are you brave enough to do it?”

It’s not a real question, more of a dare than anything. I know fine fucking well she’s more than brave enough, she’s proven that. But I want to goad out that fire in her, want to stoke those flames and see how hot she’ll burn. I get the feeling Roxie has been told her whole life to keep her spark hidden to make life easier for everyone else, and I never want her to do that with me. I want the full force of who she is, bright and beautiful and blissful.

I want to find her limits and push her past them.

Roxie’s eyes widen briefly before she surges forward, kissing me hard. I groan against her mouth, tongue sliding against hers as my hands find the zipper at the back of her dress and drag it down. I break the kiss just long enough to pull the fabric off her.

“Fuck, baby,” I groan, realizing she’s not wearing a bra. Her tits are fucking perfect. I need a taste.

Roxie gasps and winds her fingers through my hair as I tease her pebbled nipples, sucking on her flesh hard enough to leave little red marks in the shape of my mouth.

“Clothes off,” Roxie demands in that hot-as-fuck, breathy tone of hers.

I don’t hesitate to give her what she wants, what we both want. I strip quickly, smirking when Roxie’s mouth drops as she stares at my cock.

“See something you want, sunflower?” I tease, watching as she squeezes her plush thighs together, trying to relieve the tension between them. “Go on, use your words and tell me what you want, baby. You can have whatever you want, you just need to ask for it.”

Roxie licks her lips, her breathing hitching a little. But I see the moment she reclaims the power I’m giving her, and fuck it’s beautiful.

“Lie down on the bed,” she tells me, and I keep my word and obey her. I stretch out on the bed as she stands and kicks out of her panties, making my mouth water at the sight of her bare pussy.

“Come here, sunflower,” I demand, grabbing her around the waist, needing to kiss her. I meant it when I told her she could have whatever she wanted from me, but I might actually fucking die if I don’t get to touch and kiss her properly. She whimpers against my mouth, and my cock jerks, desperate to be inside her.

“I want you,” she admits, panting.

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