Page 123 of Unwrapping Deviance

“The only thing you’re going to catch is my hand on your ass.”

I snicker before I can stop myself. “Promise?”

Daniel groans. “Chris is right. You are a little brat.”

“Told you!” we hear yelled from somewhere below.

I laugh. Daniel just shakes his head, amusement curling the corners of his mouth.

We reach the top landing, and I lift my head to peer into his face.

“Will you both fuck me? Together, I mean,” I add.

Shadows hide his features but can’t conceal the hard thump of his heart against my chest.

“Do you want us to fuck you together?”

“Yes,” I blurt before he finishes. “If that’s okay. I want it.”

He makes a sound like a chuckle, but I can’t be sure. “Yeah, it’s okay. Very okay.”

I hesitate a fraction. Just a second where I pray — like me — he can’t see my face either when I whisper, “I get so wet when I think about it.”

“Yeah? What do you think about?”

Maybe it’s my imagination, but his voice sounds gruff. Tense.

“Both of you taking me at the same time. Taking turns. Forcing me to take you both in whatever way you—”

“Stop. I shouldn’t have asked.”

I bite back my grin, but I’m sure he can hear it. “Did I make you hard, Daddy?”

“Fuck, Mira.”

He practically kicks down my door and dumps me on my bed. I hit the mattress with a bounce and a squeak. I’m momentarily blinded by my curtain of hair before I shove the strands back to peer up at the man scowling down at me.

He’s pissed ... and rock hard.

His hands hang at his side, ten curled fingers of frustration. His chest heaves with every breath he’s trying to control as he grinds his molars to dust.

Still feeling bold and a little drunk on this newfound power, I let my knees slip open. Expose the apex of my body. Delighted when his gaze drops to my center still covered in my shorts.

“Help?”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to call him daddy again. His reaction is always so raw, so visceral. It turns the sweet, soft man I love into a vicious and ravenous beast starving to consume me.

But I also don’t want to overuse it. It’s only been a day. I have to pace myself.

Not that it seems I need to pull out the D card because Daniel looks on the verge of both strangling me and fucking me.

I hope both.

The thought has me squirming even as he reaches for my hips. I’m practically vibrating with anticipation.

Only, he’s not pulling my shorts down. He’s bruising my skin with fingers he digs into my sides. Anchoring himself in, just to twist me over onto my belly.

My shorts rip down over my ass to my knees and a new surge of excitement courses through me. It dances down my spine, hooks into the back of my belly button.

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