Page 52 of Beautifully Ruined
I’m not a man given to self-doubt.
Yet, here I am. Swimming in it.
I don’t want to screw this up.
Pure and simple.
“I can set up the guest room for you, if you like. It’s set up, anyway, but freshen it up. If you don’t want to share a room with me.”
She pushes off the couch and stands in front of me, before leaning in, hands either side of my head on the back of the sofa, and then she slides on to my lap.
“Are you an idiot, Cade?”
I blink at her “Excuse me?”
“Are you an idiot? Because, what are you doing? None of this is you. The polite asking me what pizza I want?—”
“I’m a polite person. And I always ask what you want to eat.”
She closes her eyes and breathes out. “Not what I mean. And yes, you do. I like that about you.” Then Vi opens her green eyes. “But you’re being way too nice, you’re giving me space, offering me my apartment, my own room, giving me…options.”
She says this like I committed a crime.
“One of my favorite things about our relationship is you taking control. I want you to tell me I’m not going home. That I’m sleeping with you.” Vi leans in close and bites by bottom lip, sending a burst of lust to my cock. “I want you to own me.”
I consider her, relief flooding me. “Maybe Ishouldget you a collar.”
A flush darkens her cheeks. “Maybe you should.”
Fuck…Violet, almost naked, in a collar and a lead. It’s not something I’ve considered, but I like the aspect of catching her, holding her as my pet, my toy, and using the collar and lead to control her.
I tangle a hand in her hair and pull her in, kissing her hard, tongue demanding entry she immediately gives. Hot and wild and mine.
“You will be sleeping with me. But I have expectations. Rules you need to follow.”
Her pupils widen. “Like what?”
“You sleep naked from now on.”
“But I do anyway. You always rip my clothes off.”
“Silly girl.” I slide my hands down to cup her ass and drag her up against my hard on.
She gasps.
“What if some psycho had broken in and assaulted you?”
Vi grins and kisses me. “Didn’t you know I’m into that sort of thing?”
I push her off me to the floor. “Strip.”
Vi stands and pulls off her shirt and top and then shucks her jeans and panties.
It’s fucking fire.
“Come closer.”
She does, standing there, knees against mine, and I motion for her to part her thighs.
