Page 3 of Vow of Vengeance
"But you said I need to give up control." She challenges me, leaning back in her chair to look at me defiantly. "So why did you give me choices?"
"Because if I made you toast and told you to eat it, you'd be giving up control. But if I give you options and tell you to pick one, we'resharingcontrol. That's what I want from you, Soren Palmer."
She doesn't bristle, nipping at her bottom lip instead while she contemplates that. "You want to share control with me? What does that mean?"
I laugh, dipping my head like that will hide the incredulous look on my face before it can offend her. "You're really not getting this, huh? I told you, I'm not fucking letting you go. You'll never be rid of me, little bird, because I'm going to own your soul, your heart, your every fucking breath."
Her cheeks turn pink, and I can't tell if she's embarrassed or excited, or embarrassed that she's excited by that. My innocent little Ren has no idea what I'm going to do to her. There's more than one way to bond two people together for life.
"I don't understand. You just said you won't keep me chained, but..."
She shakes her head, letting that go.
"But?" I prompt, delighting in the way her body reacts to my promise of forever, the way she looks like she wants me to make good on it.
"I don't understand. Why me?"
That's a ridiculous question, and I don't bother hiding it. I huff a laugh and help myself to a bite of my bagel, luxuriating in the rich taste of the smoked salmon. Soren watches me intently, so much that I think she doesn't even realize she's doing it until I lick my lips slowly, deliberately. She doesn't move when I lean across the space toward her, so that my face is level with hers.
"Stop talking, Soren. I can think of better uses for your mouth."
Her eyes widen with surprise, and I don't miss the way her nipples poke through the fabric of her shirt, betraying her arousal at the suggestion of intimacy. Her voice is breathy when she asks, "Like what?"
She stays stock still as I shift, though her lips part as I run a thumb along her lower one, appreciating the pillowysoftness. She moans just a little, like she's granting me unspoken permission, and I take advantage, raising the bagel to her mouth. She blinks in surprise, but doesn't take her eyes off me otherwise. And where I expect her to shove it in my face or try to argue with me, she does neither, opening her mouth enough for me to feed it to her.
There's no tentativeness in the gaze she fixes me with, just pure heat.
It's not the sexiest food to feed someone, but that doesn't stop my cock from aching as I watch her carefully chew, her delicate throat bobbing as she swallows. When I don't move the bagel from her lips, she takes another bite, still without looking away from me.
If I weren't so pleased with the progress, I'd toss the food on the floor and spread her out on the table, turning her into my meal. I could survive on her. But she needs more than the orgasms I can give her, so I continue to feed her until she turns away, apparently done with the bagel.
She's got no shortage of options, so I pluck a few grapes from the stem and roll them between my fingers, waiting for her to open for me. She only hesitates a moment before figuring out what I want.
"Are you going to feed me like a child, or are you going to help me get justice for mine?"
"Both," I tell her without missing a beat, and I pop the grape into her mouth before she can argue again.
This time, I'm pleasantly surprised when her eyes flutter closed, and a tiny moan of appreciation rolls out of the back of her throat. It's the most glorious sound I've heard her make, deeply erotic and unassuming. I can tell it was involuntary for her part when her eyes open to find me staring her down, admiring the blush on her fair skin.
"Good?"
"Yes," she laughs. "God, I don't remember the last time I had fresh fruit."
"Why is that?"
"What?" She blinks in surprise, and I hold another grape to her lips, making her take it for herself this time. There's something in her eyes that tells me she wants to refuse it out of spite, but she parts her lips and takes it.
I give her a minute to appreciate the delicacy before I go in for the kill. "I mean, why did you stop eating Soren?"
"What?" She laughs. "I didn't stop eating."
"You stopped eating fruit. You refuse the food that people bring you. Your kitchen was a graveyard for the groceries you did have. Something made you stop eating. What was it?"
I'm expecting her to admit that she has a problem, not with her self-image, but with giving up control. I'm thinking she'll relent and tell me that it was the one thing she could manage, that food just tasted bland in the wake of her loss. Instead, she stares at me, debating the words before she gives them.
"Vin was always a little cagey about what I ate." She blinks. "In the beginning, it was more like 'that much sugar isn't good for you'. That evolved into 'sugar causes cancer' so we started to eliminate it. But the metabolic process turns a lot of your food into glucose, so we started to avoid carbs..." She shakes her head, laughing to herself at how ridiculous she thinks it must sound. "It just became easier to stick to a limited diet than to argue with him, you know? Or to feel weird about eating a candy bar in the bathroom while he was asleep in the next room." Soren laughs, but it's heavy. "When I became pregnant, he was worried I'd get fat, and I was worried about not feeding our baby junk, so I kept it simple. I had bad morning sickness and would throw everything up anyways, so I just..."
She doesn't finish the sentence. She doesn't have to. I can put that together on my own, and it pisses me off. I grip her chin,making sure she doesn't try to turn away from me. "When you're pregnant with our baby, youwilleat."
