Page 24 of Rage's Heart

A small smile tugged at her lips. “I’m still basically a stranger and you rescued me, fed me, let me borrow your clothes... seems pretty nice to me.”

I studied her for a moment, struck by how goddamn beautiful she was sitting there in my kitchen, wearing my clothes, calling me on my shit. “You’re not a stranger, Mac.”

“Okay. I guess we are sorta friends.” Her voice was softer.

“We ain’t friends either, babe.”

She flinched, recoiling back like she’s physically been struck. “Ouch.”

I cocked a brow. “Not what I meant.”

She threw up her hands. “Fine. Then what am I?”

That was the million dollar question I’d been asking myself for the last few days.

“You’re...“ I hesitated for a long moment, wondering how she’d take it when I told her how it was going to be, then decided what the fuck. If she wanted to fight me on, I was pretty confident I could bring her around to my way of thinking. “You’re mine.”

Her eyes widened slightly, a flush creeping up her neck as the words hung between us. She sat there stiff for a long beat.

Then, slowly, deliberately, she slid off her stool and walked around the counter until she stood right in front of me. “And that kiss earlier? Was that you proving I was yours?”

My throat went dry. Not exactly how I’d expected her to respond but I wasn’t about to complain.

“Well?” she asked again.

“No. That was something else entirely.”

“Show me,” she whispered, tilting her face up to mine.

“Yes, ma’am,” I growled, not needing to be told twice.

I cupped her face in my hands and crashed my lips against hers, swallowing her soft gasp as I pulled her between my open legs.

Instantly, she melted into me, her small hands gripping my shoulders while I devoured her mouth like a starving man. This wasn’t like the performance inside her apartment, this was more.

Mac’s lips parted, giving me full access as I deepened the kiss, my tongue exploring every inch of her sweet mouth.

Fuck yes.

My hands slid down her sides, fingers digging into her hips as I dragged her impossibly closer, needing to feel every inch of her body pressed against me. But it wasn’t enough. I need more—more of her.

Pulling back, my breath was ragged as I grabbed the hem of the tee she was wearing. My eyes locked onto hers, silently asking for permission.

She nodded, lifting her arms above her head as I dragged the fabric up her body, revealing every inch of her smooth skin.

I tossed the shirt aside, my gaze dropping to her round tits and small, pink nipples that were begging for my attention.

“Fuck,“ I breathed.

Unable to resist. I leaned down, pulling the hardened peak into my mouth, savoring the taste of her.

“Please.” she moaned breathily, her fingers threading through my hair, pulling me closer. I lavished the same attention on her other tit. She moaned again.

Jesus, I’d never been more turned on in my life.

I finally released the hardened bead with a loud pop that made her gasp.

My eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of second thoughts, but the only thing I saw was the same desire I felt. “Gonna let me fuck you?”

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