Page 31 of Hello Kitten

“Maybe it is,” he groans, tugging me closer using my foot. “You don’t like it?”

“I didn’t say that.” I sit up and stroke over a koi fish on his chest. “This one?”

“I like it,” he dismisses simply.

He shakes his head at me. “I came inside you, kitten.”

“It’s fine. I’m on birth control,” I say before leaning in and brushing my lips over his tattoo.

He pushes me back down, but I manage to slip away. He catches me a second later and tosses me on the bed. He holds me down and shakes his head. “You’re on bedrest now. Thatinjurycould be life threatening.”

“You’re full of shit.” I laugh.

“Keep it up, brat. You’ll be so bruised by the wedding, you won’twantto sit. You’ll be up and dancing with me the whole time. Teasing the man your mother invited for you while he keeps trying to control himself.”

“You’ll be the one trying to control himself,” I argue. “You get hard just kissing me.”

“I get hard just seeing you fantasizing in class, thinking of all the places your mind could be. What you want me to do to you in a room full of people,” he says darkly.

“Then I’ll just have to start texting you when I get those ideas and watch you hide behind your desk after reading a text.”

As I shower to get ready for the rehearsal dinner, all I can think about is being in my dorm room alone when we get back. We’ll end, because we have to and then I’ll still have to see him in class. See him in the building once class is done. He’ll meet someone else because he’s gorgeous and half ofmyclass wants to date him or fuck him.

Adrian will moon over her and I’ll move on. I’ll graduate, choose some nice guy who is gentle with me, maybe my mom will approve, and I’ll have a safe, warm, boring life. Or maybe I’ll get lucky like my sister and only think of Adrian when I need to get off and the soft stuff just won’t do.

Shaking my head, I turn off the water, get out of the shower, towel off, then search for underwear.

No,I think as I go through my bag a second time.No, no, he didn’t.

“Looking for something, kitten?”

“Where’s my underwear! My bras! What did you do?” I demand, turning around to face him.

He pretends to think about it, then glances in my bag. “I think you have plenty of clothes.”

“My underwear!” I insist.

“You don’t need it,” he says finally, glaring down at me. “I’m going to steal you from the reception the first chance I get. I’m going to take you to the first room I can find. I’m going to fuck you and the only point in you wearing panties is if you want to taste yourself while I gag you on them.”

I blink at him. What the hell am I supposed to say to that?

“So, I don’t think you need panties. Especially when I prefer choking you or gaging you on my fingers,” he says, taking another step towards me. “And if you don’t pull on that dress in the next minute and a half, I’m going to make sure you’re late.”

“Adrian,” I warn. “I’m going to be around my family. You’ve seen how they are!”

“All the more reason to steal you away. Get dressed, or the only thing you’ll have to wear to the wedding tomorrow is lingerie,” he threatens.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Ah, I forgot. I’d also make sure you have that vibrator in for the whole ceremony,” he agrees.

I’ve never dressed faster in my life. I pull on my clothes with clear determination and am panting when I finish. Adrian kisses my temple and zips the back of my dress. “Good girl.”

Glowering at him won’t change anything, so I dry my hair and do my makeup before sliding into red heels. He watches the whole time, then tosses his tie on the bed. I glance from it to him. “You’re not going to wear it?”

“I’ll save it for tomorrow when I can do more than wear it,” he says as a smirk tilts on his lips.

My face heats as I quickly look away. “Are you going to stop being cryptic tomorrow?” I snort.

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