Page 100 of Unwrapping Deviance

Wait. This feels like a trap.

I dart a glance towards Daniel and get an unhelpful grin. I must have missed something in the conversation.

Damn it.

“Why? I mean, I am, but...”

Christian smashes his wrapper between his big hands and chucks it into the empty food bag. He brushes his palms down his thighs like he’s ready to get going.

“Wait. Where are you going?” I demand.

He hops off the truck bed and stretches. “I’m going to take my baby for a spin. I’ve never been to Mayfield. It’s a nice day. Thought you’d want to come for a ride, but you don’t seem interested.”

Double damn it!

I love that bike. I love being on it. But now my pride is on the line and I can’t have him thinking he can order me around if he promises to take me on a ride. Although, this definitely feels like a stupid hill to die on. I could just eat the thing. I am still hungry. But fuck sakes!

“I’m fine.”

The lie is brutally evident in my grumble. In the sharp purse of my lips in defiance. My annoyance is only fueled by him having the upper hand no matter what.

“You want to play that game?” His low, commanding growl is nothing to the long, blunt fingers settling on my knees and shoving them apart. He gets between them, ignoring the palms I slap against his shoulders. He captures my jaw. Drags me forward. “I’m not your daddy, you little brat. I’m not going to coddle you when you’re being a little shit. I’ll rip off your tiny shorts right here and spank you until your ass is purple and you can’t sit for a month. Now, eat your food like a good girl or start pulling down your pants.”

Fuck!

Why am I so turned on right now? Why does the thought of disobeying him just to call his bluff and hopefully lose make me shift with need? I have to physically stop myself from daring him.

Instead, I’m gathering up my burger and unwrapping the paper.

He hasn’t released me or stepped back. He burns into my soul with his eyes the whole time I take a bite. He waits for me to swallow my first mouthful with great difficulty before dipping his thumb into the corner of my mouth, collecting a spot of ketchup and bringing it to his lips.

I watch him suck the red stain with my stomach on fire and my nipples sharp, sensitive points.

“Finish,” he orders.

I do, because I am weak for these two when they get all tough and manly on me. I have zero regrets. No shame. I’d have taken my shorts off if he’d told me to because I am so fucking turned on right now I can’t even taste my food.

“Little brat,” he mutters. “Should still tan that pretty ass.”

He leans in and nibbles on my neck with open mouth kisses. He trails his tongue along my pulse, down my bobbing throat to dip into the hollow. Both my arms close around him. Half-eatenburger and all. I hold him as he tastes my skin and slides warm hands under my top.

My gaze jumps to Daniel over his brother’s dark head dipping lower down my chest. His attention is on my face, studying my every expression while nibbling unhurriedly on a fry.

He doesn’t look away even when Christian finds my breast. When he cups it in his palm. When I hiss and shiver with the brush of his fingers over the peak.

“I’ve always been an ass guy,” he groans into the side of my neck. “But I love your tits. They’re so perfect in my hands.”

I have to bite my lip to keep the moan in check. All the while, I can’t break the hold Daniel has on me, the raw desire on his face as he savors my torture.

“You’re not eating, Mira,” Christian growls into my ear. “Do you need more motivation?”

The thought of getting spanked sounds amazing, but I definitely don’t want to wind up on some stranger’s social media feed. I’m fairly sure Christian’s massive frame blocks me entirely from the families crammed inside the restaurant, but still not going to take any chances.

So, I bring the few remaining mouthfuls to my lips and take another bite. Then another. I finish the burger while Christian rolls my nipples. Squeezes my breasts. Nibbles on my neck.

Even when I’m done, he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t pull away. He hooks one arm across my back and drags me to the edge of the flap and the hard, toned ridges of his abdomen.

God, did he expect me to grind against him here, in the middle of an open parking lot? Because I will. Fuck it.

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