Page 37 of Mayfly

I don’t care if it’s selfish.

I don’t care if it sets me back on my road to being the hero I’ve always wanted to be. Because in this suite, for as long as I have him, past and future don’t mean a damn thing.

I can feel Curren’s fingers running back and forth over my velvet short hair. Then he grips against my scalp as he drags himself back up.

“Do you have a family?” he asks out of the blue.

“Are you reading my mind?”

His arms wrap behind my neck so he can grind his dick against mine, almost like he thinks the distraction will make me more honest. “Do you have someone waiting for you?”

“I don’t have anyone, anywhere.”

Curren’s breath is shaky, but I can feel his whole body relax.

Clinging to his torso, I drive my hips upward. My cock slips between his inner thigh and mine, and I dig my fingers into his back. “You better not have someone.”

“And what if I do?”

“Then you’ll call them and let them know you aren’t coming home,” I tell him, and he mewls like a fucking animal.

I toss him to my side and pounce on top of him. Then I force his legs apart and hold them up by his side with my forearms behind his knees. “You belong to me. You’veneverbeen anyone else’s.”

Lifting his head to meet me, he laps at my lips then lets his head fall back to the mattress.

“I thought you weren’t a puppy.”

He smirks up at me. “I’m not… I’myours.”

Cheeky.

“I thought you weren’t a brat, either.”

“I’m not… But I do like seeing you mad."

"I wasn't mad… But I did like how pretty you begged."

"That was a one off."

"I don't believe that for one second."

"Fine. If you're not gonna believe me—" Curren tries to push me off of him but I pin his hands above his head and lock his legs in place with my own. "Are you gonna pull this shit every time you don't get your own way?"

I smirk down at him. "I thought you wanted me to punish you?"

"And I thought you wanted to be fucked?"

The thought overwhelms me, and I find myself digging my nails into his wrists. "And I thought I told you dinner was almost here?"

"You're struggling with this, aren't you?"

"I'm not struggling with anything, Curren. I'm exactly where I wanna be."

"I don't think you are. I think you'd rather be pinned down but you can't do it willingly because it'll make you look weak."

"Being submissive doesn't make you—"

"Oh, I know. The bruises I gave you prove that." A sly smile overtakes Curren's face when my traitorous dick flinches. "Do you want me to fight you for it? Do you want me to beat you into submission?"

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