Page 33 of His Obsession Her Cure
“You here alone?” His asked, looking around for something.
His tone was slick and confident, like he was used to women giggling when he talked to them. Before I could shut him down a second time, the air changed around us, going heavy and sharp, like the moment right before lightning strikes. Gunner’s reflection appeared behind me in the mirror, his big frame filling the doorway, and his dark eyes locked on the man.
“Step away,” Gunner said, his voice calm but carrying that edge that meant he was seconds from snapping.
The guy hesitated, glancing between us, maybe thinking Gunner was bluffing. But any fool could see he wasn’t. Gunnertook one step forward, and the guy immediately took three back with his hands up in surrender.
“Hey, my bad, man…”
“Not your man,” Gunner cut in, his voice dropping to something lethal. “And if you ever look at her again, I’ll make sure you don’t have eyes left to look with.”
The man didn’t wait for him to say it twice. He turned fast as hell, damn near tripping over a display table as he left. I turned too, pussy throbbing as I watched Gunner’s jaw work as he glared after the guy like he wanted to follow him out and finish what he started.
“Fuck I want us to have his babies. Ask him to take your IUD out.”
“You okay?” he asked finally, his gaze softening when it landed on me.
“I’m fine,” I said, trying to calm the way my pulse was racing.
Gunner stepped closer, his hand sliding over my hip, turning me back to the mirror so I was facing my own reflection. He pressed in close standing right behind me.
“Pretty,” he said, his voice low and dangerous in a different way now. “But next time you try on something like this, I better be the only one looking.”
The way he said it made me squeeze my thighs together to stop the throbbing.
“Yes, Daddy.” I moaned.
He smirked, satisfied, and kissed the side of my neck, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror.
“Good girl.”
We stood there for a moment watching each other before I stepped away into the changing room to get out of the dress. But before I could close the door, Gunner’s hand closed around my wrist and pushed in behind me.
“I’m comin’ in,” he said, his voice low, leaving no room for argument.
My pulse spiked as he pushed the door shut behind us, locking it with a click. The huge room suddenly felt too small.
“Gunner…”
He turned me, pressing me against the wall, his chest against my back. His reflection in the mirror behind me was pure danger as his eyes blazed.
“You looked too good out there,” he said, his hands sliding down my hips, bunching the dress up around my waist. “Had some random thinking he could look at what’s mine. Had him thinking he could talk to you. Touch you.”
“He didn’t…”
“He thought about it,” Gunner snapped, his hand gripping the side of my throat, tilting my head just enough so our eyes met in the mirror. “That’s enough for me.”
My breath hitched as he pressed hard dick against my ass.
“You want this dress?” he asked, his voice dropping lower.
I nodded.
“Good, then I’ll get you another after I ruin this one.”
Before I could speak, his hand was between my thighs, pulling my panties to the side and sliding his fingers inside me.
“Already wet,” he growled, a wicked smile curling his lips. “You like when I get like this, hih lil baby?”
