Page 17 of Bitter Desire
I crossed my arms, refusing to touch her the way I knew she wanted me to. I did keep my eyes on her, though. I couldn’t look away. “It looks like you’re being a brat.”
Again, she rolled her eyes at me. “I’m not. You just think that because you want to keep working.”
I held out a hand to her. “Which I need to do, now give me back my phone.”
“No.”
“Honey…”
“Law…”
I let out a sigh but didn’t lower my hand. “Now, Honey. Phone.”
“No.”
“Honey,” I began, but I stopped when she tossed the phone over her shoulder. It clattered to the floorboard a second later. We were both silent for a beat, eyes locked. The scenery flying by outside the car was beautiful. If Honey wasn’t determined to get her way, she’d no doubt be staring out the window, face pressed close to the glass drinking in the greenery, the mountains creeping ever closer with each passing mile, but we saw none of it. Nothing short of divine intervention had a prayer of pulling our attention from each other.
And as it was, Honey was the only god I answered to.
“Pick it up,” I said with a sharp look. “This fucking instant, or I’m going to put you over my knee.” I was determined to give her what I knew her body craved. Her mouth parted, breath starting to speed up, and I knew she wanted me stern and demanding. Honey didn’t want sweet.
She smirked at me, full lips pulling up into a defiant little smile that begged me for more. My girl wanted me a little mean. I could do mean. I could do anything for her. She wanted my fingerprints bruised into her hips, her ass red from my hand, she wanted me to bend and break her in the way that only I could until she was sobbing and out of breath.
I moved, reaching out a hand to twist in her hair, yanking her head back. She gasped, but her smirk had broadened into a full blown smile. “Pick it up, little girl.”
No one could give her what I gave her. I was her Daddy.
Chapter Seven
HONEY
I was playing with fire. I knew it. Law knew it.
He tightened his fist in my hair and I gasped, the sting of it making my eyes water in the very best of ways. This was what I wanted. What I needed. I hadn’t even been aware of it until I was climbing into Law’s lap and demanding his attention. His decision to take us out of the city for a few days had come at the very best of times.
Time out of the city meant whoever was texting me was...well, far away. They wouldn’t know where I was. I wasn’t even sure I would get reception out here where Law was having Taylor drive us. My phone hadn’t had a single bar for the past twenty minutes and I was almost positive Law was in the same situation. We’d left the city behind nearly an hour ago, the trees growing in size around us with each mile we drove until there was nothing but forest, the buildings of New York City long left behind.
It wasn’t a coincidence Law had chosen to take us away now. I knew that. He’d done it because of the text messages. I’d watched him brood over them, turning over the messages he’d seen until I knew it was the only thing on his mind. I was used to having all of Law’s attention and I knew his work for the day was done. Even if he’d had more to do, the lack of reception meant getting any work done at all didn’t have a prayer of happening. Even if he’d had reception, if I wanted Law’s attention all I had to do was ask for it. I knew that.
Though, I supposed I was asking for what I wanted. The attention that I craved wasn’t kind, soft or sweet, the way that Law became when it was just the two of us. No. I wanted something more. I wanted Law the way the world saw him. I wanted him to take from me. I needed him to do it, and that was why I was provoking him like I was.
Snatching up his phone and tossing it? A stroke of genius, really. I’d never so much as picked up his phone until now, but my reasons seemed as valid as any.
“Pick it up.”
I rolled my eyes at his order, even though he still had me by my hair. “No,” I tossed back.
“You’re testing my patience, little girl.”
I scoffed. “What patience? And besides, you were the one ignoring me. You can pick up your own phone.”
“Oh, is that so?”
I nodded, even though my movements were restricted by the hand still fisted in my hair. “Yeah, that’s right.”
I hadn’t called Law, sir or Daddy, so far. He’d noticed, there was no way he hadn’t, and he was going to make me pay for that. Thank god.
He moved, leaning forward so that our faces were close and for a second I thought he might kiss me, but he didn’t. Instead he glared down at me, his brow furrowed, jaw clenched in annoyance. “This is my fault,” he said, voice quiet, but there was no mistaking the knife’s edge sharpness in his tone. “And do you know why?” he asked me.
