Page 41 of Freedom Mine
“Here, let’s see how you handle a knife.” He set an onion on the counter.
She eased in front of him, picked up the knife, and started cutting.
He sucked in air and quickly reached over her from behind. “You’ll lose a finger like that.”
Kayo tucked her fingers in and placed his hand over hers to show her how to use her knuckles as a guide for the knife without risking her fingers. She smelled really good, like the wildflowers he’d left in her room.
Alli chopped the onion with the technique he’d shown her. Before her hair spilled forward, he caught the hint of a smile on her face.
He leaned forward, as if inspecting her work. She gave a little throaty moan, as his lips touched the outer shell of her ear. The knife dropped against the counter as she leaned into him, the rounded curve of her bottom nestling against his hardening length.
He gripped the counter on either side of her, caging her. She turned into him, her breathing deep as he pressed against her. His tongue traced her lips, much as she had done moments before. She tasted sweet, like honey rolled in hecka drops.
Her tongue seemed lost at first, but not shy. She matched his every stroke, as if learning from him. It was sweet and innocent. Hells, she’d never kissed before. They’d taken her body, but not her innocence. He’d have to go slow with her. Real slow.
She broke the kiss, lips slightly puffy and cheeks heated. Confusion showed on her face.
“I should have asked,” he said, feeling the need to apologize, but not sorry for having kissed her.
“You don’t need to ask,” she said.
Her words struck a nerve. He owned her.
“You’re free to say no, to anything, anyone. Even me.” He caressed her cheek. Gods, he shouldn’t be touching her until he was sure she understood. “Especially me,” he amended.
She rose on her toes and pressed her mouth against his. She opened her mouth, and waited, inviting him to play. Her flavor burst on his tongue, stronger than before. She was so warm and soft and pressing her breasts against him. He could feel those full mounds through her dress. When her hand slipped under his shirt, touching his abdomen, he fought the urge to press his cock against her. He couldn’t get enough of her, of how her fingers glided up his torso and how soft she felt. She could wrap him around her little finger right now. Hells, she had.
Her hips thrust forward against his. He hardly recognized the growl coming from him as he slid his hand up her dress to her thigh. Gods, she wasn’t wearing panties. Her soft skin felt so incredible against his hand. He cupped her ass and her breathing hitched, making him harder than he thought possible.
She broke the kiss, giving him the chance to drink her in. Gorgeous, especially the way her dark hair fell back as she tipped her head to the side. He left a trail of kisses down her neck. The bodice of the damn dress couldn’t be pulled down to reveal those luscious breasts.
His fingers circled a taut nipple through the thin fabric, teasing it, enjoying her tiny moans. As he sucked one and then the other nipple through the dress, his fingers parted her thighs, brushing through her downy hair.
“Very daring coming to dinner without panties. Sexy.”
“I never wear panties,” she said, matter-of-factly.
He released her breast. “Never?”
“As a slave, no.”
“Why?” He regretted the question the moment he asked it.
“Easier for my owners that way.”
He leaned his head forward, touching his forehead to hers and swallowed hard, trying to temper his voice before speaking.
“This isn’t right.” He couldn’t find any other words without risking his rage coming through at what they’d done to her, and how he was no better. Hells, she still saw herself as a slave,hisslave.
He eased her dress down over her thighs and pulled away. Confusion once again overtook her sweet face as he left the kitchen. He didn’t know what to say to her. How would he ever know if she wanted to be with him and wasn’t allowing him to fuck her whenever he damn well pleased because she thought she had no choice?
He was a fool to think he could ever have her or that she’d ever want him. He was her owner, on paper and in reality, and he’d never be anything else in her eyes.
