Page 23 of Little Puppet

Who does she think she is?

“Don’t play games with me, darling. Many have tried, and it didn’t end well for them.”

She turns her face back, something dancing in her eyes.

Recognition.

She’s just realized something.

“I’m going to die either way,” she says matter-of-factly.

“Yes.”

A tear leaves her eye, headed over her cheek towards her ear before it hits the pillow beneath her head. “So, you lied? You were never going to let me go?”

I sigh, tired of her mood this morning. It’s partly my fault; I know that. I sent her to bed with her body on fire, on the cusp of coming, with no way to touch herself and work out the tension. Had I known she’d wake up like a riled beast, I still think I would’ve done it, but I wouldn’t have come here this morning.

I would’ve saved myself the headache.

“Were you ever going to let me go?” she asks, her untethered hands grabbing my biceps and keeping me prisoner over her with the sheer power of her touch on my skin.

“No.” My admission seems to float between us, her eyes growing heated with anger.

“So, either way, I die in the end?” she asks as if she needs it spelled out.

“Yes.”

She nods a few times before she lifts her head off thepillow once more, slamming her lips to mine as she wraps her legs around my backside.

I’m flabbergasted.

I’m thrown off-kilter completely.

My lips have a mind of their own, opening to allow her tongue to sweep inside and touch mine.

My growl only spurs her on, and my hips grind, my erection grinding into her needy pussy.

I did this. This is my fault.

I pull away, wrapping my hand around her throat and shoving her back into her pillow. “No.”

“Why?” her crackled voice is full of heat, but I don’t understand.

No one wantsme. They want to survive.

“Because I’m tired of your games.”

“It’s not a game…” Her heady eyes glass over as I tighten my grip surrounding her neck. “Tell me your name,” she manages.

“Why?”

“So I know what to cry out in my dreams.”

I lick my lips. “I’m master to you.”

“And when you’re not my master? When you’re the man between my thighs sucking my clit like you’re a starving man, and I’m your sustenance?”

“Cain,” I whisper, leaning into her further without understanding her power over me.

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