Page 57 of His Ruthless Obsession

"Hold still." I press a bandage over the cut. "Anywhere else hurt?"

"Just my pride from being carried like a sack of potatoes."

I snort, stepping back to strip off my bloody shirt. Jazz's eyes track the movement before she spins around.

"I'm going to shower," she announces.

"Fine. I'll order food."

By the time she emerges in fresh clothes, I've changed and laid out takeout containers on the kitchen counter. She slides onto a barstool, reaching for the pad thai.

"You're favoring your right side," I point out.

"And you're being annoying." But there's less bite in her tone now.

We eat in tense silence until I can't take it anymore. "It wasn't completely stupid."

She pauses mid-bite. "What?"

I grunt, stabbing at my food. "Having my back. It wasn't completely stupid. Reckless as hell, but...well, I appreciate it."

A small smile tugs at her lips. "Yeah well, thanks for not letting them kill me after I ran in there like an idiot."

"That's as close to an apology as I'm getting, isn't it?"

"Pretty much." She steals a piece of chicken from my container.

I shake my head, but can't quite hide my own smile. "Eat your food before I change my mind about being nice."

"Please, you're never nice."

"I ordered your favorite, didn't I?"

She just rolls her eyes, but the earlier tension starts to morph. Her eyes drag down me like she's sizing me up, I feel my cock start to stir when she bites down on that bottom lip. "I thought my mouth was going to get me in serious trouble?"

The way she says it…It's like she's asking for a punishment.

And after what happened tonight, I am all too eager to bury myself in her, to drown in her body and not think about anything else. It seems she might be feeling the same.

“You're right, little dove,” I say, pushing back from the table, spreading my legs wide. Jazz’s eyes flick down, then back up, meeting mine with a fiery challenge. I unbuckle my belt, slowly undoing my pants, pulling out my cock, already hard and thick at the sight of her. I stroke it, watching her intently as her eyes widen with hunger. “And it's time for you to see how.”

She swallows, dragging her teeth over her lower lip. The motion sends a jolt straight to my groin.

“Crawl to me,” I command, my voice low and rough. Her eyes flash with defiance, but she doesn’t argue. She crawls from her chair to mine, her knees sinking into the plush carpet, her gaze never leaving mine as she settles between my legs.

“You were disobedient tonight, Jazz.” I lean forward slightly, my thumb still working the head of my cock, teasing her with the motion. “Normally, you’re such a good girl. But tonight?” I shake my head, a cruel smirk playing at the edges of my lips. “Tonight, you need to be punished.”

To my surprise, she only nods, her eyes dropping to my cock again for a second before meeting mine. The submission in her gaze is intoxicating, mixing with the defiance I know is still simmering beneath the surface.

I gather her hair in my hand, wrapping it around my fist, tilting her head back. “This mouth of yours needs to be put to better use than spouting off your fucking attitude.” I bring her closer, feeling her breath hot on my skin. “Open up, Jazz.”

Her lips part slightly, her breath hitching as I guide her head toward me. I can see the war in her eyes, the mix of desire and defiance that makes her so infuriatingly captivating. I brush the head of my cock against her lips, feeling the softness, the heat.

“Use this pretty mouth for something worthwhile,” I murmur, pushing her head down, feeling her lips part to take me in. The sensation is electric, her tongue sliding against my length, her mouth hot and wet around me. I grip her hair tighter, guiding her movements, watching her take me deeper.

“That’s it,” I growl, my hips starting to move, thrusting into her mouth. “Take it, Jazz. Show me you can be a good girl.”

Her eyes water slightly, but she doesn’t back down. She takes me deeper, her throat constricting around me as she works to keep up with my pace. I can feel the tension building in me, the need to dominate, to possess her completely.

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