Page 110 of Bake the Town Red

“Boo!” As if summoned by my thoughts, Dahlia’s arms swing to my front from behind me. Her legs wrap around my waist, her chin digs into my shoulder.

I smile. I fucking smile, reaching back to grasp her beautiful, homicidal palms.

“You’re here, Ty.” The joy in her voice plays games with my head. Softens me. “You’re really here.”

She presses to my body harder, and motherfucker. Yes. The metal of the belt.

That’s what I’ve dreamed of all day long. And it’s not enough. It’s not scratching the surface of my most depraved desires.

So I change my grip, digging my fingers into her thighs. When she’s closer like that, I feel more of her “cage,” as she called it. More metal.

More Dahlia.

She can feel more of me, too. Do more. Which she does. This feral woman tugs at my hoodie, ripping it off. Nipping at my throat and licking my ear.

We’re almost like any other normal couple.

Except we aren’t.

Plus, there’s a price to pay for punching me. For kicking me out.

A sexy price.

“Sneaky little thing. I said I’d walk you home. Of course I’m here.” I push her off me and whip around to face her. “Ready to face the consequences for what you did?”

“Who? Me?” She bats her eyelashes, the corners of her freshly painted lips tipping up. “By the way, how’s your jaw?”

“The mouth on you.” My fingers are on her chin, squeezing it. Lifting it higher until she’s watching me tower over her. “You’re going to cry when I tame you tonight?”

“Out here?” Her raised eyebrow is a challenge. One she doesn’t know I accepted over two hours ago. “I’m pretty sure there are laws against public indecency. You can’t just… What did you have in mind? No, don’t tell me, I want to guess.”

Dahlia’s ramblings are the cutest thing ever. I’ve missed those.

And I use them to my advantage. She does a great job of distracting herself while I slip a hand into my hoodie pocket. My fingers wrap around the wet cloth I soaked five minutes ago.

“A fitting punishment for punching your jaw would be…” Her hand lifts to where she struck me. Her touch is strangely soft. A caress, really. “Shoving my jeans down my legs. Using a taser on my chastity belt. I bet that’d hurt like a motherfucker. I’d take it for you.”

She leans in closer. Pushing against my hold on her chin. Daring me.

I remove the chloroform-soaked cloth from my pocket.

“But what if a police car drove by?” she whispers, seductive as fucking hell. “They’d arrest us for public indecency.”

“No one’s going to take either of us anywhere.” I tighten my grip on her. “Want to guess why, pretty girl?”

“Because I’m yours?” She’s breathless. Breathtaking.

“Close.” In one smooth move, I push her back to the wall of the building, locking her in place.

“Well?”

“Because we’re not staying here.”

“Where are we going?” Her pupils are dilated, what little is left of her blues gleaming in the darkness of the night.

“You’ll find out…”

The cloth is on her mouth. Hand on the back of her head to keep her still.

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