Page 148 of Panic-Button
At night, Marnie curled into my arms for comfort, and I gave it to her. I gave her everything she could possibly need. Whether that was having me holding her all night or taking her anger out on a couple of the hitmen Kes and Arek caught. They were the new additions to my dungeon. It took a while, but Marnie came around.
She realized that she could not only survive, but she could be happy.
And I could, too.
Never thought I’d be the guy who would lay down his life for a chick. But I would. Marnie’s face was the first thing I wanted to see in the morning and the last before I closed my eyes at night. I felt complete when she was around even though she still battled her urges, but that acceptance would come. She just needed a little training, which I was more than happy to help with.
It was her stubbornness that needed the most work. My Little Bird did not like to give up control. Not that I was complaining. I rather enjoyed taking it from her, and there was nothing wrong with handing her a little taste of power, which was why I’d brought her here.
“Preston.” Marnie sighed as I led her through the doors of Mallum. “The wedding is a week away. I don’t have time to play.”
“There’s always time to play.”
I thought I’d get all of Marnie’s time when Tico left. I called in a favor with an acquaintance. Jasper would keep Tico safe and ensure he remained that way. But Riley had her running around like crazy. It was fucking annoying. I didn’t like sharing my shit, but I understood it. They’d both lost someone and had bonded over it. That didn’t mean I approved of her spending so much time with someone else—especially someone who tried to talk her out of dating me when she found out about us.
Too bad for Riley—we were already married. We eloped last week, and there wasn’t a motherfucker out there strong enough to take the ring off my wife’s finger.
“Would you change your mind if I told you I had a present for you?” she said.
“No.”
“Come on,” Marnie sang. “It’s something you’ll want to know. I promise.”
“Is it that you’re pregnant?”
Her jaw dropped. “How did you know?”
“You’re a week and a half late.”
“Your knowledge of my cycle is seriously disturbing. Most guys don’t even want to talk about that stuff.”
I shrugged. “I’m not most guys.”
I didn’t understand what the big deal was. A period was just a little blood, which would not stop me from fucking her. We’d made worse messes with icing and sugar. That was a good cake.
Marnie huffed and followed me to the back room. “You should’ve said something.”
“I figured you’d tell me when you wanted to.”
“You know? Sometimes I really hate you.”
I twisted my neck to shoot her a smirk. “No, you don’t.”
Her eyes narrowed. “There’s a fine line between love and hate.”
“Not that fine.” I leaned in to growl in her ear, “And I didn’t hear you complaining last night.”
I’d never be tired of the pink tint flowing down her neck.
“I told you I’d only do it once.”
“Oh yeah.” I pushed her back against the wall and wrapped her legs around my waist. “What did you like more, Little Bird? My cock in your ass or my gun in your cunt?”
Fuck me, that was hot. I got hard just thinking about the way her perfect little pussy swallowed the barrel of my Desert Eagle while I rammed into her ass. She was starting to like anal. Moaning like a little whore while she came again and again.
Her mouth quirked up at the corner. “It might’ve been a little fun.”
A little? I snorted.
