Page 5 of Rebellious Reign

“Well, yes, but you knew she was here.”

“So did Fernando.” I steeple my fingers below my chin and watch her.

“He didn’t know she came to seek asylum and you tossed her out,” Wryn says softly, but I’m not fooled. I know the fury behind her eyes. “Are you saying I have access to your money?” she finally questions, and I take a deep breath.

“Technically, yes.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that you can have access to money if I agree to it.”

“And if you don’t?”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have spent all your savings on a few nights at a motel.”

She stands, her hands balled into fists beside her. I can tell she wants to use them on something, maybe someone.

Would she try and hit me if I made her angry enough? Would someone around here challenge me again?

She steps forward. I strike first, sitting up quickly and grasping her hips, pulling her between my legs. Holding tight with my good hand and looser with my bandaged one.

She gasps as her hands fly open and land on my shoulders to steady herself. She stares down at me, mouth slightly open.

She’s fucking beautiful, and the pink bloom on her cheeks, put there by anger, is turning me on.

“Come here,” I whisper for no reason since she’s already clutched between my hands.

Her fingers tighten on my shoulders, and her body stiffens.

“I’m angry with you,” she whispers back.

I smile wolfishly up at her. “Good. Finally, someone is being honest around here. Bring her back here.”

Wryn’s forehead wrinkles in confusion before she remembers what she was talking about. “Francesca?”

“Yes, we will figure it out. Now, be a good girl and hush. Come here.”

I pull her down and let her place her knees on either side of my upper thighs. Thank God for these wide wingback chairs that allow enough space for her to straddle me. This need coursing through me is something that I understand. I can turn all the emotion off if needed and make it purely physical.

I press my lips to the bottom of her throat as her hands leave my shoulders and wrap around the back of my head. She holds me to her as I leave a trail of kisses along her soft skin, and she tilts her head back, a moan reverberating through her chest as I lightly bite her.

“You mean it?” she asks, her nails digging into my scalp.

“Mmhmm.” I push her back slightly to pull down her shirt, letting one breast pop free, and I swirl my tongue around her nipple.

“Why did you change your mind?” she asks breathlessly, and I growl against her.

“If you don’t stop talking, I’m going to change it back.”

She frowns down at me, and I smirk again. She rolls her eyes, and I chuckle. She leans in, capturing my mouth with hers, and I palm her free tit as I ravage her with kisses.

Her hips shift back and forth, rubbing her covered pussy on my lap, and I harden more than I already was beneath her. Her tongue is in my mouth, and we battle, grappling each other to see who can touch the most. She pulls back and stands, shimmying her pants off along with her panties. She sheds her shirt and bra, and then she’s standing in front of me, naked.

I rub myself through my pants as I stare at her. It seems like it’s been so long since I’ve felt her clench around me even though it’s only been a few weeks.

Not that I haven’t tried, but she wanted me to heal. I guess I’ve healed enough now, or she was tired of waiting. I don’t fucking care at this point.

“You gonna strip or what?” she asks.

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