Page 92 of Sinners' Appetite
“Sammi told me to go easy on you, so I will, but I can’t say that I’m happy with your decision.”
He keeps his eyes fixated on me as he pulls his shorts on and reaches for a belt. Instead of putting the belt on, he walks toward me with a sly smirk on his face. “So, you’re telling me that you’re not a little turned on by the fact that I’ll be torturing that son-of-a-bitch while you get to relax on the beach with Sammi?”
He folds the belt and takes hold of each side, slowly raising it to my neck, forcing me to step backwards a few times while holding my breath. “Think about it, baby…me drenched in Paul’sblood, tainted by the little pieces of flesh spread upon thy shirtless chest.”
“Okay, Shakespeare…calm down…” I mumble with a grin as he pushes the belt against my throat harder.
“That smart mouth is gonna get you into trouble one of these days, you know…”
“Oh? What kind of trouble?” I whisper in a moan as he pulls the belt away from my throat to open it up.
Without saying a single word, he wraps the leather around my neck again and holds each end to the wall. I let out a subtle moan as he dips down and brushes his soft lips against mine.
“You like trouble though, don’t you, baby girl?”
“Fuck yeah, I do.”
“I can’t get enough of you.” he whispers against my needy lips.
“Show me how much you need me…” I desperately whimper, holding my breath once again as he bites my lower lip.
In one sudden movement, he lets go of the belt and tosses it to the floor, reaching behind me to pick me up by my ass. When he tosses me onto the bed, I let out a squeal and roll over onto my stomach, pretending to crawl away from him.
Instead of pulling me back, he stands there with his arms folded over his chest with a satisfied look on his face. “You’ll have to wait for that, baby. I don’t wanna ruin the main course with an appetizer.”
With that, he smiles and walks toward the door, leaving me breathless and soaked on the bed. In a huff, I get up and straighten my dress then head to the bathroom to straighten out my hair all over again.
Two can play at that game, mister.
“Are you hungry?” Dean asks as soon as I walk through his door.
“Is that—is that pie that I smell?” I ask.
“Fuck yeah. I pulled some frozen strawberries and rhubarb from the freezer earlier. I had a craving for something sweet.” He replies, shooting me a wink.
“Damn, it smells amazing.”
“Is there whipped cream to go with it?” Malachi asks, taking a seat at the island.
He shoots me a flirty smile and reaches over to pat the stool beside him.
“I think there might be some in the freezer,” Dean replies.
At the mention of whipped cream, I start to giggle as I sit down at the island next to Malachi.
“What’s on your mind, dirty girl?” Dean grins, leaning his back against the cupboard.
I smirk. “I was just thinking about whipped cream being used elsewhere.”
Malachi slides his hand up my thigh, lingering beneath my skirt. “I’ll let you smother it on my cock later, don’t worry.”
“Only if I can watch Dean lick it off…” I mischievously grin.
“That can be arranged.”
Just then, I hear Sammi and Jeremy walk through the door. “Did we miss the fun?” Sammi asks as she enters the kitchen.
The timer on the stove goes off, so Dean puts oven-mitts on and reaches into the oven to grab the pie. My mouth starts to water as soon as I see it.
