Page 62 of Triple Pucked
He tweaks my nipple, and I whine.
“You’re perfect.” D’Angelo lowers his lips to my nipple, circling it with his wicked tongue. When he flicks across it, my eyelashes flutter. “Beautiful.” Then he bites down, and I howl. “Mine.”
“Yours, Sir.”
“Tell me what you need tonight, cucciolo.” His question breaks through the happy fuzzy feeling. D’Angelo is watching me closely. “I’m proud that you talked to me about Blythe. I don’t want to push you right now. Color?”
“Green.” I bite my lip. Can I truly ask him for what I need? “Can you look at me like I’m Robyn?”
Confused, D’Angelo sits up and slips off his jacket. He slowly turns back his shirtsleeves to reveal his strong forearms, as if to gain himself more time to think.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I shouldn’t have asked.
I’m an idiot.
D’Angelo can’t stop me from calling myself that in my head.
Doms can’t read minds, right?
Scary thought.
“And how is that?” D’Angelo asks, dispassionately.
“I don’t mean all the time.” I sit up in a panic. “I’m not greedy or cocky enough to think I’m worthy of that. I know that she’s your first love and?—”
“Lie back down,” D’Angelo commands, sharply.
Immediately, I throw myself onto my back again.
I really have pissed him off.
My pulse spikes.
Fuck, is he rolling his sleeves up ready to spank me?
“Now,” D’Angelo finishes adjusting his sleeves, “answer my question.”
This is it. No turning back.
I’m not weak.
I can do this.
“Like you’d break if you never saw her again,” I whisper.
D’Angelo’s gaze snaps to mine.
His eyes blaze. “How can’t you see that I’d break if I didn’t seeyouagain?That I will break if Charles has you transferred?”
Then he dives on me, kissing me harder than I’ve been kissed before.
It’s hard enough to bruise.
It’s punishment.
It’s love.
