Page 580 of Hell Hath No Fury
“You put me down!” Her small fists beat the back of my shoulders. “Crackers!”
I ignore her feeble protests and make the short trek to my room. She still wriggles in my arms, spitting her hate, as I lock the door behind us and set the iron key on top of the doorframe where I know she can’t reach it. Her curvy little body bounces when it hits the mattress, her protests silenced when I then kick off my boots and reach for my belt buckle.
“Are you for fucking real?” She pulls herself up to rest on her elbows, modesty forgotten. “You thinknowis the time to get your end away?”
I hang my cut on the back of the door, and then shirk my shirt and shuck my jeans. “Who said that’s what I’m doing?” I hook both thumbs in the waistband of my boxers.
“You’re gettin’ naked,” she deadpans, unable to peel her gaze away when I drop the last scrap of cotton covering my body to the floor. “What else does that mean?”
“It means,” I say prowling toward her, “that I’m makin’ things even.”
Her gaze narrows, lips pursed as she fights her smile.
The woman’s a fucking sight as I crawl over the foot of the bed, stretched out with her soft legs tucked together. I make sure to remedy the situation, setting a hand on each of her knees and coaxing her legs apart. “Now. As I was tryin’ to fuckin’ say.” I push her feet wide. “You’ll never get what you deserve as long as you’re content keeping all the men here happy.” I lift a finger when she opens her mouth to presumably argue. “Becausewhat you deserve is a man who’ll make it his fuckin’ life purpose to keepyouhappy. To giveyoueverything you need,” I explain, crawling so that I hold myself over her, weight between her legs. “To put your wellbeing first above his, and everything else.”
“And that man is you, is it?” She lifts an eyebrow, settling back into my pillows.
“Fuck no.” I laugh, rocking my hips into her. “Never could be when I have the club, babe.” It might be unconventional, but every man who wears the colors on his back is married to a goddamn mistress who’ll do nothing but take and take until there’s nothing left. “What I can do, though,” I stress, silencing her before she can protest. “Is give you what youneed.”
She rolls her pretty eyes. “And what is that, huh?”
“The time and attention you deserve.” I push off the bed and scooch down until I kneel on the floor between her legs. She makes a yelp as I tug her closer, then peers at me down the length of her body, chest rising and falling with her quickenedbreaths. “Keep your eyes on me, baby, and don’t fuckin’ look away until I say you can.”
Because the next however long is about her.
Only her.
Always her.
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