Page 33 of Scorched King

She choked, her eyes widening, her mouth opening and closing, with no sound coming out. I’d caught her off guard with myquestion and she clearly didn’t know what to say. Based on her reaction, this had to be about more than some fucking underwear.

Okay. Vibrators it was. And now the image of her using said vibrator in my guest room was going to be burned into my brain for all eternity. I was going to be up all night straining to hear the tell-tale sounds of her using that damned thing. Who the fuck needed sleep—ever.

“Oh my god,” she blurted. “You aresuchan asshole.”

I barely budged. “That’s not an answer is it, baby girl?” My voice came out as barely more than a growl.

Her whole body tensed. Like she suddenly realized how close we were or how close I might be to losing my mind.

She swallowed thickly, her gaze flicking toward the door like she was thinking of running.

I wasn’t about to let that happen.

“I asked you a question,” I said, voice still low. “Are you going to answer me?”

Her breath hitched.

And then, so quiet I almost missed it?—

“Okay, Daddy.”

My entire body locked up.

Her eyes went wide, her lips parting slightly. Like she hadn’t meant to say it.

I should’ve let it go and acted like it never happened.

Instead, I took one slow, deliberate step forward.

Her back hit the wall and she had nowhere else to go.

“Say it again,” I murmured, my voice rougher than before.

She swallowed hard again. “JD…”

Not what I wanted to hear.

I leaned in, not touching her, but making damn sure she felt me there.

“Sasha.” I said, my tone pure warning. “That’s not what you called me.”

She bit down on her bottom lip. I saw the debate whether to say it again raging in her eyes.

Instead, she pushed against my chest, and slipped out from where I had her cornered.

“Never mind,” I muttered, jaw tight. I needed to get out here. Now.

Because it was chilly outside, and I wasn’t sure I could trust her safety out in the open, we took my truck to the apartments we’d converted at the far edge of the property. They were outside the main fence line, but within sight of the gate. Like most of the buildings on the compound, this one had been used by the lumber mill back in the day. But this one had been older than the rest and had been vacant for quite some time by the time we acquired the property. It had taken extra effort to turn it into compact units, but the brick building matched the others on ourproperty and it had worked out for what we needed. It had also turned into a nice little money maker.

Although we only rented the apartments to official Wrath employees, so we kept the rent at below market rates. Sasha’s apartment was on the second floor at the back corner. I followed her up the stairs watching her beautiful ass swish in her ridiculous chicken covered pajamas. Had someone bought those as a joke for her? Not that my dick seemed to mind. It had been hard since we’d started talking about vibrators, and I didn’t think I could get any more uncomfortable.

I was wrong.

By the time we got to her door and she entered the code to unlock it, my skin itched and I felt like I was going to burst. The idea of throwing her down on her bed and making her demonstrate how she used her vibrator had me holding onto my control by a thread. It seemed the kisses we’d shared were no longer enough, and suddenly I was feeling less and less obligated to keep my distance.

The minute I crossed the threshold behind her I knew I was going to cross a line more defined than a fucking threshold. I breathed deep and took in the scent of what could only be described as her. The air here carried the distinct scent of her floral perfume that always had that deep underlying musk that I couldn’t get enough of. It gave me visions of lying her down so I could spread her legs and run my nose against her skin until I couldn’t take it anymore. It made me need to know what she tasted like…

I shook my head and forced my brain to focus on her place. I was grasping for a lifeline.

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