Page 34 of Cherry Auction

Her mouth drops open, eyes narrowing in fury.

But I don’t stop there. “And failure to take your training would also mean a punishment.” I tilt my head at her. “Or perhaps you enjoyed last night so much youwantto be punished again?

“You’re a fucking rat bastard son of a brothel whore, Donny Callaghan.”

She pulls back and lifts a hand to cover her lips in surprise right after she says it, looking down at the mattress, then back up at me, eyes wide.

“Oh Mads, there’s no reason to bring my mother into this. I told you about her whoring in confidence.”

Outside I keep the same demeanor, but inside, I feel a tense excitement.Donny. She was the only person to ever call meDonny. She’s slipping. And I’m hard with the thrill of getting past another layer of her bullshit.

“What?” she asks, still seeming confused and off-kilter. Just how I like her. “I didn’t?—”

I start to laugh.

Rage comes back into her eyes like a storm, and she swings her arm wildly like she’s trying to smack me. With the arm not holding her plate, I easily catch her wrist.

“Ah ah ah, there’s no violence allowed in the dungeon,” I say, tugging her in close to my chest. “Don’t make me cuff your wrists again. You know I’ll do it, and I’ll like it.”

She screams in fury and yanks back from me. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you even have any feelings?”

“All I’m asking is for you to eat your breakfast while it’s still hot.” I hold out a long piece of bacon for her. She doesn’t need to know all the ways she affects me. Feelings are inconvenient, and I’ve refused to have them for a good long while. I won’t be starting again now.

“You’re only fighting with yourself, Mads. Not me.”

She glares at me. “I’d rather go hungry.”

“You’ll take punishment instead of breakfast? You really are a randy lass, aren’t you?”

I start to set the breakfast plate down and she lunges forward to take a bite out of the end of the bacon I’m holding out to her.

“You’re sadistic,” she says, chewing and glaring at me.

I smile in the face of her scowl. Then add, “Takes one to know one, love.”

She turns away as she chews.

“Another bite,” I say once I know she’s done. I see the fight in her, and because I’m exactly the sadistic fuck she says I am, it makes me hard.

But she turns back, only for her eyes to widen when this time she sees I’m holding out a bit of omelet on my fingers for her to literally eat out of my hand.

Glaring hatred beams from her eyes up at me the whole time, she bites it, her lips grazing my fingertips. “I won’t mind if you suck the butter from my fingertips,” I say, adding insult to injury.

“I’d sooner bite your fingers off,” she says as she chews.

“It’s unladylike to talk with your mouth full.”

“You’re a cunt.”

“Touche. I forgot the stunning repartee of who I’m dealing with. You always had a mouth like a garbage disposal. Another bite, m’dear?”

“Eat a dick.”

I grin and hold out another morsel of omelet on my fingers. When she leans forwards and lowers her mouth on my hands, her teeth bite down. Not hard enough to do any real damage, but just enough to nip before her tongue pulls the omelet off them and back into her mouth.

“Oh, so it’s to be foreplay for us?”

“Just a warning,” she snaps. “I’m happy to bite harder next time.”

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