Page 15 of The Bonds We Break
Rae huffs. “Don’t get some overinflated idea of the importance of your words to me. Cotton is all I own. It’s all I brought. Get used to it.”
I sit up. “Pity. Because I’m a lot nicer to girls who are nice to me.”
“Well, I’m a woman. Not a girl.”
I’m about to berate her when she bends and pulls her yoga pants down. She’s wearing boy shorts that fit the cheeks of her ass perfectly. Gray, like the bra. And for a moment, I’m way too focused on what it would be like to bite and slap her ass through the fabric.
“What?” I ask, unable to remember what she said.
“Women. We’re grown-up adults. Not girls.”
I want to believe she’s offended, but there’s a pinkening to her cheeks that tells me something different. I saw the way she responded when I called her a good girl earlier, the way her breath quickened, the way her pupils flared. I bet all those books she reads tell her that to submit is wrong. I bet they tell her she needs to smash the patriarchy, to be equal in all things, to not listen to the quiet push and pull inside her that happens when she’s with a man.
I fucking love it, the way women melt into a puddle when you praise them. What happens when they go soft, when they let a man lead, when they let you compliment them and allow you to protect them. I get off on the power dynamic of getting someone to submit and then praising them for it.
The idea of Rae Miller submitting to me almost makes me laugh. I can’t see it. Which makes it all the more tempting. Maybe that’s the way I’ll break her. Teach her to love me, bring her to her knees in front of me, make her plead for me, then leave her when I’m done torturing her with her brother.
Perhaps watching his sister break will be punishment enough.
I tip my chin at her bra. “I saidnaked.”
She removes the rest of the clothes and stands at the bottom of the bed. If she’s scared or nervous, she doesn’t show it. Her hands don’t move from her sides to cover herself. If anything, she pulls her shoulders back, making her heavy tits stand a little higher. Maybe the stiff, dusky nipples are merely cold. Or perhaps she’s turned on.
I make her wait as my eyes roam the rest of her body. She has a dark freckle just above her right breast and a soft stomach. Of course, she has a full bush when I told her my preference was bare. Maybe I’ll tell her to fix that tomorrow. I gesture in the air for her to turn around. Her hair hangs heavy down her back. There are dimples at the base of her spine where it meets her ass.
Unwanted, my thoughts drift to Skylar. She was never officially my woman, so she isn’t really my ex. For a while, she was ... something to me. Her body was tighter than Rae’s, her tits larger but fake. Prettier face, but I found out too late about her frigid heart.
She’s part of the reason my parents were both killed within a day of each other.
It’s the reason she’s buried in the Pines after I put three bullets in her head.
One for Mom. One for Dad. And one for the attempt on my sister’s life.
The memories of Skylar’s betrayal set my head straight.
“Suck my cock,” I tell Rae, and unzip my jeans. It’s a test to see how far I can push her.
Her eyes narrow as she looks at me. “Do you expect me to sayyes, sirwith that?”
My traitorous cock twitches. “I expect you to be respectful, Rae.”
“Ha.” Her forced laugh cracks through the room. “You have to earn respect,King.”
“How about I earn it by not killing your brother?”
Everything about her remains the same, but I see the way her throat flexes as she swallows deeply.
Slowly, she climbs onto the bed and crawls towards me. Call me old fashioned but a woman on her knees for you is the hottest thing. I shunt my jeans and briefs over my hips a little. Palming myself, I realize I’m already rock hard. Perhaps it’s the highly dubious consent between us, in spite of her words telling me I have it.
We both know I hold the power in this fucked-up situation.
She bites down on her lip as she looks at my cock. Then her eyes meet mine. “You have reasons for doing this. I have my own. I consent, King. Whether you want me to or not.”
Her words have shocked the hell out of me, but that’s nothing compared to the first sweep of her tongue over my slit.
I let my head flop back on the bed for a moment, and then I lift it again because I want to watch her.
She runs her tongue along the dark vein on the underside of my cock, then flicks the rim of the head. The amusement in her eyes when I flinch tells me she knows what she’s doing.
