Page 49 of Forbidden Harmony

“A piercing can make your nipple more sensitive,”he said.

She wondered if he could see herdisappointment when he stopped twisting the barbell.

“Maybe I should pierce the other one,” shesaid.

“It’s your body.” He held up the bottlehe’d taken from the cupboard. “This is antibacterial spray. It’s not infected,but it won’t hurt to give it a couple sprays.”

“Okay,” she said.

He sprayed her right nipple, using some gauzeto wipe away the drips. She clamped her mouth shut against the stupid littlemoans that wanted to escape. This wasn’t foreplay. He was working for God’ssake.

Desperate to take her mind off the fact thatshe was nearly climaxing from his touch to her nipple alone, she said, “Whatdoes SW mean?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,”he said but something flickered in his eyes.

“SW is engraved into both ends of thebarbell. I noticed it in the shower this morning.” She pointed to it and heglanced at it before shrugging.

“Must be a manufacturer thing.”

She frowned. “I don’t remember seeing anyinitials engraved on the display jewelry.”

“I can put a new barbell in if you want.”

“It doesn’t matter,” she said. “I just wondered.”

He threw the gauze and the gloves in thegarbage and tucked the spray back into the cupboard. “You can get dressednow.”

“Actually, I’d like to get my clit hoodpierced.” She was proud of how steady her voice was.

He didn’t turn around. “No.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, no,” he said. “Get dressed. Theshop’s closed and I’m tired.”

“I didn’t mean tonight,” she said. “I’llbook another appointment. When’s your next availability?”

“No,” he repeated.

“Stop saying that,” she said. “I want myclit hood pierced and you have to do it.”

He barked harsh laughter before turningaround and stalking toward her. He placed his hands on the bed on either sideof her as she stared wide-eyed at him. “No, I don’t. Listen carefully, Sunshine.You might be used to using sex to get your ex-fiancé to do whatever you wantbut I’m not him. I don’t care how many times you offer up your tight pussy,I’m not piercing your pretty little clit and that’s final. Got it?”

“You’re so rude,” she whispered.

“That’s right, I am,” he said. “I’m not agood guy and I never will be. This isn’t a goddamn Hallmark movie where the badboy has a secret heart of gold and is tamed by the town’s good girl. This isreal life. I’m an asshole who only wants one thing from you.”

His gaze drifted to her crotch and sheflushed with a combination of embarrassment and, shamefully, excitement.

“I won’t be your boyfriend,” he said. “Iwon’t bring you soup when you’re sick or go to family dinner at your mother’s.I won’t run to the drugstore to buy you fucking tampons and I won’t watch thosestupid chick flicks with you.”

He leaned in even closer, his eyes burningwith anger and lust. “The only thing I want to do to you is spread those softlittle thighs and fuck you. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Good.” He straightened and stepped awaybefore turning his back to her. “Then we’re done. Have a good life, Sunshine.”

She took a deep breath and said, “What if Iwant that too?”

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