Page 76 of Redd

“You should be counting your blessings that I was able control myself. Otherwise we wouldn't be having this conversation.”

When I look back on my reaction and think about it as a whole—my brazen confrontation was pretty ballsy. Knowing he was capable of killing anyone, that who it was didn't matter, calling him out wasn't the best idea. But I still didn't feel fear with him and I wasn't sure why.

For all I knew he could have ended me right then. And when he didn't, I used the opportunity to my advantage.

The desire to challenge him fed my voice, it gave me the confidence I needed to not just roll over and let another person take control of me.

I was done being controlled.

“You think you can just say whatever you want and I'll believe it. You killed your father! How the hell am I supposed to feel about that?”

“You have no fucking clue! I thought you'd understand!” Lurching out of the bed, Redd stormed across the room to stand in front of me. “You don't need to worry, because Icancontrol my anger. I promise you I'm never going to hurt you. Let me explain it first.” Brushing his fingers over my arm, my body went up in flames.

Fuck no!

Is my body serious right now?

The feel of his skin on mine forced my stomach to clench and my heart to pound inside my chest. I didn't want to like it, but the pulse in my sex told me I did. And that confused the fuck out of me.

Am I really supposed to just believe him?

Jerking my arm away, I took a step back. “No, don't touch me.” Using my hand, I drew a line between us. “You stay right there, I can't take you touching me right now.”

“Why? Because it doesn't hurt like you think it will? Because you can't deny what's happening between us and that scares you?”

“No, that's not it.” I lied. The fact that I still wanted his hands on me after hearing he had killed the man who gave him life scared the piss out of me.

How was I supposed to balance my thoughts so they made sense?

I didn't know what happened. Maybe it was an accident, maybe there was some other circumstance that forced his hand.

My heart was crashing against my ribs, two beats of lust for every one beat of anxiety. I couldn't deny what flowed through my body when he was near me, and I couldn't erase what I had heard him say.

Taking a long step in, Redd brought us toe to toe. “Yes it is, Bijou. I can see it written all over your body.”

Glancing down, I realized I was still naked. I had forgotten that my clothes were in a pile on the floor, that I was open and bare for him to observe my nipples turn stiff and my thighs glisten from the onslaught of arousal that was clearly building between my legs.

Wrapping my arms around my breasts, I tipped my head up, jaw jetting out hard. “Don't be so full of yourself, Redd. You're reading me wrong.”

“Am I?” His broad shoulders shadowed my body, face leaning in so I could feel his breath on my skin. “Tell me I'm wrong, Bijou.” His soft lips frosted my cheek in cool air, tongue flicking my lobe.

Shivering, I felt my sex begin to drip down my thighs as my clit swelled and throbbed, aching to be touched.

His cock was hard, almost touching my belly as our bodies tangoed with the air between us. He was so close, but he wasn't reaching out to touch me. Flexed hands were by his sides, fingers wriggling and tapping against his hips.

“This isn't fair,” I said, taking another step back and hitting the wall. “You're screwing with my head.”

“I'm not trying to screw with your head. Everything I've said, I meant, and everything I've done wasn't done in vain. You can feel it too, I know you can.” Closing in on me, Redd's eyes licked my body, grazing each and every delicate part.

I could feel them ghostly stroking my skin. My chest constricted, nipples pebbling as his deep brown stare sucked me in. His eyes rolled down my stomach, and my belly tightened, causing my muscles to tremble with need. Hovering over my mound, he dragged his tongue over his teeth, and my sex beat harder, milking the air between my thighs.

Why? Why am I still feeling this way?

I shouldn't want him, not now, not after what I learned about him. But I couldn't ignore it, the sexual tension was living and breathing, and I couldn't shut it off.

“I don't care what you think, you're wrong.”

Trapping me against the wall, his eyes lit up, cock bouncing high as he left mere inches between us. I was confined by muscle, held hostage by a wall of glistening man I wanted to feel inside me.

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