Page 113 of Revolve
“You can be a good girl when you want to be.” Then he presses onmy abdomen, and everything tightens. “You wanna be a good girl and come while I’m inside you, Sierra?”
“Please,” I whimper. “Please, Dylan.”
“You didn’t think I wasn’t going to make you work for it, did you, princess?”
I groan. “Go faster.”
“Ask nicely.”
“I hate you.”
“I don’t believe you.” Dylan looks between us. “And that’s not nice. Bad girls don’t get to come, baby.”
I grip his hair and yank him right to my mouth. “But you like when I’m bad.”
He’s full-on grinning. “I do. I like you exactly as you are. Too much sometimes.”
Then something on his face changes, and he watches me like I’ll disappear.
“When I’m done ruining this pretty pussy, what are you going to do?” he demands.
My eyes squeeze shut, and my mouth parts in pleasure. I barely process what he’s saying, I just need him to relieve the pressure. “God, keep doing that.”
He grips my chin and forces me to look at him. “What are you going to do, Sierra?”
“What?” I ask breathlessly.
“When I’m done fucking you, what are you going to do?”
My brain stopped working when he started doing that thing with his tongue a while back, so it takes several seconds for me to understand what he’s saying. But that look in his eyes is there again, and I want it to go away. I believed him when he said this was different. I want him to know that.
He’s worried I’ll leave. The thought spears my chest because Dylan never asks for anything.
I swallow. “I—I’m going to stay.”
If humans could glow, that’s how I would describe the look on his face.Glowing.
“Good,” he says. “You’re going to let me clean you up, then you’re going to fall asleep in my arms without second-guessing this. Yeah?”
“Yes, Dylan,” I pant. “I want to stay.”
FORTY
DYLAN
I’M A CONFIDENTguy. Some may say cocky. But getting Sierra Romanova to be my girlfriend is pure luck. Then managing to get her to stay the whole night to wake up to her sleeping soundly felt like winning the lottery.
Now,my girlfriendis straddling me, completely naked. She finds my hand and presses her palm to mine, measuring the difference. Her bottom lip is caught between her teeth, head tilted as she sees how much bigger mine is. Then she looks at me, catches my gaze on her, and I swear she blushes a pale pink. She just fucked me like a porn star, but one look from me, and the girl’s gone shy.
“Do you have a pen?” she asks.
I reach over to my bedside table and grab a pen. My hands rest on her waist, my thumb brushing over her scar. She doesn’t flinch or stiffen when I do that anymore.
“Palm,” Sierra orders, clicking the pen open.
Focused as ever, like with everything she does, Sierra draws a circle, two dots, and a swipe.
“What do you think?”
