Page 21 of Wicked Riddles & Bitter Heartbeats

“I took care of myself,” I say.

She frowns, her brows knitting together. “You took care of yourself?”

I think she sounds mad. Her tone changed and the expression on her face tells me she’s upset about something.

“Yeah, after you fell asleep.”

She sits back, adding more pressure to my dick, pouting. “That’s not nice.”

Not nice?

“How is it not nice? I did it so you wouldn’t have to.”

“But I want to.”

“Because you think you owe me?” I ask.

“I do.”

I sit up, pulling her against me and wrapping my arms around her so she can’t get free.

“We’re going to get something straight right here, right now.” Her eyes widen, lips parting slightly. “I do not do things that I don’t want to. I will not do something only to get something in return. If I make you come, it’s because I want to. If I fuck you, it’s because I want to.”

She lets out a sigh. “So you didn’t want to fuck me?”

“Of course I wanted to, but I thoroughly enjoyed what I did. I only jerked off to make my dick behave so I could sleep.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“How doesn’t it make sense?”

“When your dick is hard, don’t you want to fuck?”

“No, not always.”

“That doesn’t make sense!” she shouts, throwing her arms up.

“You don’t even have a dick to know what makes sense about one,” I argue.

“I’ve seen enough of them.”

“And I bet they were all attached to the most upstanding gentlemen,” I say sarcastically. She frowns. “This is how this is going to go, Kitten. Neither of us does things because they feel that they have to. I don’t need a pity fuck, or you fucking mebecause you think you have to. When we fuck, it’ll be because you want it foryou. I’m not into anything else.”

“But I…”

I raise a brow, waiting for her to explain.

This is why I don’t do the people thing or the sex thing. It’s complicated. Though I have thought about fucking her, I was perfectly fine eating her out and making her come. I was trying to go to sleep, but my dick was hurting, so I jerked off. I didn’t particularly want to do it, but I needed to if I wanted to get to sleep. Fucking her this soon is not an option.

“What, Kitten?” I ask, keeping my tone soft and brushing some hair out of her face.

“I just want to take care of you the way you take care of me. I want to make you feel good.”

“You want to or feel like you have to?” I ask.

I hate when people do things for me because they feel like they have to. It’s what people have done to me my entire life. No one ever hangs out with me because they want to. No one takes care of me because they want to. They’re obligated or paid. I’m fucking tired of it.

“I want to,” she says firmly.

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