Page 86 of Gunner

What I didn’t expect was her hands to slip over my hips and for her to submit so quickly and easily to my onslaught.

Whistles and catcalls jerked her from the delirium she succumbed to when my lips touched hers, and she pulled back.

Fucking cockblockers.

“What are you doing?”

“Claiming my fucking woman. Again.” With that, I tipped my head to hers once more, slipping my tongue between her teeth. Her quick submission to my mouth made my dick harden and push against my zipper. I wanted nothing more than to drag her upstairs and finally sink my dick into her pussy the way I sank my tongue into her mouth.

When she pulled back again, she stepped out of my arms with a shaky breath. After closing her eyes briefly, she opened them and looked up at me.

There it was.

She couldn’t hide anything from me. Not with the way her soul called out to mine.

Her eyes sparked with defiance, but it was all a show for the people in the room with us. Behind her eyes lay the truth. The desire to give herself over completely. To allow me to take control of every aspect of her life.

Shaking her head, she walked around me and all I could do was throw my head back and laugh. Oh, my little lamb. The wolf was hunting now and there was nowhere to hide.

Making her a plate, I carried it through the room, setting it on the table in front of her. Without looking at me, she pushed it away, only to have me drag it back to where I placed it. With a glower directed my way, she pushed the plate away once more.

And once more I pulled it back, leaning over with my lips brushing her ear, I whispered, “Eat, or I will feed you.”

“I’m not hungry,” she hissed between her clenched teeth as she pushed the plate back once more. I knew what she was doing, pushing her boundaries to see if I would break.

She didn’t know me; I never broke.

Grabbing a chair, I sat down, crowding her. One leg stretched out behind her, the other bumped up against her knee under the table. Sliding the plate in front of me this time, I picked up the fork. Hash had made lasagna, one of my favorites. I took a bite, and the corner of her mouth turned up in the slightest movement.

That’s right, my little lamb; savor that victory, it won’t last long. As I cut off another piece, I lifted the fork and with the hand resting on the back of her chair, I gave a quick tug on the braid she always wore. When she opened her mouth to reprimand me, I shoved the fork in, filling her mouth with pasta, meat, and cheese.

She sputtered for only a second before chewing and swallowing.

“What the hell?”

“I warned you, my little lamb. Eat, or I would feed you.” I cut another bite and held the fork in front of her mouth. Hitching an eyebrow, I waited for her to make her decision. When she reached for the fork, I pulled it back.

“No. You made your choice. Open.”

Her eyes bore into mine and we argued silently. A few beats later, she submitted, like I knew she would. Opening her mouth, she allowed me to feed her.

“Good girl.”

Jesus Christ, my dick was rock fucking solid as I watched her lips close over the fork and it slid out from her closed mouth, trapping the food inside.

Just like my spent cock would slide from her mouth, trapping my cum inside to slip down her throat. I adjusted myself, trying to alleviate the pressure before cutting her another bite. When I looked up, her eyes were on mine. Her pupils were blown, and her whiskey-colored eyes had darkened to milk chocolate.

She was just as turned on as I was.

“Why was Jack’s brother in your room?”

Haizley blinked back her immediate confusion and asked, “What?”

“You heard me, baby.”

“That is none of your business.”

Scooping up more of the food, I pressed it against her mouth until she opened, leaving traces of sauce on her lips. Leaning forward, my tongue darted out, swiping across her lips to eliminate the red sauce that remained.

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