Page 102 of Cook

I grabbed her bottom lip between my teeth, bringing her head up to mine. She finally looked me in the eye.

“Your safe word?”

“Nizhóní,” she whispered. “I’ll use it if I need, Daddy.”

“Good, baby girl.” With every little moment like this, I was stepping deeper into shoes that were as comfortable as the riding boots I kept resoling. Truly, I was becoming her Dom. She could use the safe word if I pushed her too far, and that gave me reassurance that I wasn’t one of the jackasses who fucked her against her will.

When she saw my eyes, it was like a light had flicked on. She was fire, even in her submissive form. She had a challenge in her eyes that said she would ruin me. The guns, the drugs, and everything else—nothing was as dangerous for me as Madeline Flemming. She would be my undoing and my savior.

I released my hold on her bottom lip. “Lay on the bed.”

“Daddy?” Her eyes darted down to my cock.

“Do it, Maddie, or we’re done.” I would go to the bathroom and take care of myself.

She reclined on the bed.

“Good, baby girl.” I needed her to get used to the feel of me inside of her. “I want you addicted to my cock.”

“Yesss,” she hissed.

“From now on, your sweet little pussy will never crave a cock besides mine.”

“Never,” she said immediately.

My length was thick. Being neither boastful nor naïve, I had more girth than anyone I’d seen in a locker room or in porn. It would take time, but I would mold her pussy to the perfect shape.

I lowered to my knees, my weight sinking the mattress.

But Maddie, her voice pinched and high, begged, “Please, Daddy. Give me your cock.”

Lifting one of her legs, I smacked her ass.

She yelped.

“Don’t be impatient.” Propping her feet on the bed so her knees stuck up, I took in her gorgeous, glistening pink pussy lips.

Her sweet taste would always be seared into my memory, and I wanted more on my tongue. I thirsted for her every last drop. I couldn’t say it now, not yet, but I had already claimed her, and I would relish the day I put a “Property of Cook” patch on her very own cut.

Still meeting her gaze, I dragged my finger down her slit. She wiggled on her bed, kicking out her legs. I removed my touch and dodged her kick, grabbing her leg. I slammed it and her to the bed.

“I can’t stroke this pretty little pussy if you’re all over the place.”

She still squirmed but put her legs back where I’d placed them.

I thought we’d passed this unease when she’d undressed me, but the way she acted showed something else was bothering her. Something she wasn’t telling me, so I either had to read her mind or coax it out of her. Or trust my instincts, as Mercer had said, to bend Maddie how she needed.

With a growl, I shoved her hips deep into my mattress as I dropped my weight onto her. She stilled, her eyes wide and unfocused. She’d gone somewhere else, and it was my job to bring her back. I wanted to devour her pleasure, not hurt her, but I pressed the tip of my cock in her unready pussy and drove it home. My spine tingled, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from spilling into her from the one thrust.

Her mouth dropped open, and a small screech slipped out. I slapped a hand over her mouth, cutting it off. Deep inside her, I held myself utterly still. One of her hands wrapped around her wrist while the other pried at my fingers. Her wide eyes darted around before flashing up to me.

In a low voice, I ordered. “You must be quiet.”

I needed this release, but I wasn’t going to have Celt or Roni rushing in here to save her when she belted out one of her beautiful screams.

“If you cannot be quiet, baby girl,” I said on a low rumble, “My hand stays.”

A spark of a challenge slipped into her gaze, and I growled. She was really going to force the matter, wasn’t she? I could be kissing her mouth, but apparently not tonight. Instead, I kept one hand on her hip and the other on her lips.

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