Page 39 of Bound By Them
“He’s getting on just fine without you. And so am I.”
I stride toward her until we’re toe to toe. “You being here was an unanticipated side benefit.”
“Right.” She breathes out a bitter laugh. “A benefit. Unanticipated. Are you done now? Can you leave? I don’t want to see you.”
“Oh. Do you…hate me?”
“Get fucked, balls-for-brains.” She shoves past me before I can pin her against the counter.
“I could. But I want you.” Wrong as it is, dangerous as it is for us both, I want her.
She flips me off.
“You’re such a brat.” I can only smile at the way her gray eyes flash with anger. “I want to punish you.”
She leans against the kitchen island, arms crossed over her chest, all attitude. “Go ahead and try.”
13
Edmund
I can only stare at little Danica, at the stubborn twist of her lips, the angry narrowing of her eyes…and the vulnerability in the way her shoulders hunch forward.
Stop feeling things, Edmund. You feel too goddamn much.
I want to take her home with me. But Jon is waiting in the car. I can’t bring Danica with us—I don’t need him reporting this to my father.
I give her a lazy grin. “My little girl wants to be punished? We can do it right here.”
This time, when I move to pin her against the counter, she doesn’t try to escape. She wants this. She’s a brat and she needs someone to keep her in line.
I could be that someone. As long as I don’t feel too much. “You trust me?”
She nods. “I shouldn’t. You’re an asshole.”
“Yeah. I am.” I should apologize, but I’m still furious about that tattoo I found. The ink was fresh. Why would she go out and do such a thing?
I keep her pinned with my feet on either side of hers. I send my hand up beneath her shirt and cup one of her breasts. Her skin is as soft as the satin of her bra. I run my fingertips over her, finding her hardened nipple. With my eyes on hers, I gently pinch the nipple through her bra.
She gasps quietly and sends a frantic look to the hallway behind me.
I lean forward and bite the edge of her ear. “Troy will warn me if anyone’s coming. You good?”
“I’m—I’m good.”
I continue manipulating her nipple, rolling it around, getting her worked up. With my other hand, I pop open the front of her jeans and find her wet, wanting pussy.
“Edmund,” she breathes.
“Remember, I’m punishing you. This won’t end well.”
“What? No, no punishments.”
I grin as I slide a finger into her, crooking it forward to rub against her G-spot. I pinch harder and harder at her nipple.
“Edmund—yes—ow, but yes—” She grabs my forearm. Her eyes squeeze shut. “Please, right there.”
A few more strokes, until I have her panting, shaking, and ready to burst.
