Page 84 of Rebellion

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he told her as he made sure the door was locked before walking over and dumping everything on the bedside table. “You’re also in so much trouble.”

“I was just trying to put some clothes on,” she defended herself.

“You were told not to move. You disobeyed me. I’d likely edge you for the rest of the night if you were mine. Play with you, bringing you close to orgasm, then pull back.”

Her eyes were wide as she gaped up at him. “You wouldn’t!”

“Oh yeah, baby. Then you’d suck me off and sleep with my hand cupped around your poor, needy pussy, keeping it warm and hungry.”

“That . . . that’s so mean!”

“Hmm. But you’d learn to obey me, wouldn’t you? Of course, if that didn’t work, I might need to try other punishments.”

“Like . . . like what?” she whispered.

“Like tipping you over my lap and spanking your ass.”

“You . . . you can’t do that!”

“Baby, you have no idea what I can do,” he drawled. “But lucky for you, I won’t punish you while you’re in pain or until you’re mine.”

She gulped heavily. “I can’t be yours.”

Perhaps he should have felt rejected or maybe dejected at her words.

But Colm had let her push him away once. When he thought she was with someone she wanted to be with.

They still hadn’t gotten to the bottom of that.

However, Oleg was no longer a barrier between them. Colm hadn’t planned on letting him remain a barrier.

After his initial anger at her rejection, he’d decided to regroup and figure out a way to win her.

“Don’t you know that denying me something makes me just more determined to have it?”

“You’re nuts.”

“Nuts for you.”

She groaned. “That was terrible.”

“Terribly good?”

“Uh, no. Terribly bad.”

He sat on the bed, facing her. “I can be terribly bad if you want.”

Then he reached over to cup one breast, but she jolted and winced in pain.

Shit. What was he doing?

He snatched his hand back and reached for the blanket to cover her up again.

Teasing her like this while she was still in pain wasn’t taking care of her. He had to show that he could put her first.

Something he was certain that asshole, Oleg, would never do.

When he had her covered, he made her take the painkillers, then plugged in the heating pad and placed it behind her back. As he was getting his T-shirt to put on her, he noticed her face had dropped, staring at her lap. There was an air of dejection around her.

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