Page 59 of Tempting the Monster

“Fuck,” he roars somewhere in the distance.

My vision begins to darken, then he releases his grasp on my neck, and my entire body falls forward. Burying my face in his neck, I attempt to catch my breath. His hand lifts to my hair, and I feel his fingers comb through the strands at the back.

“You’re mine, Parker. You belong to me, all of you, and I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you from me.” His words are said on a whisper. I’m not sure if he even meant for me to hear them. Deep down, I know those words should terrify me, just like everything about him, but they don’t, and he does.

Wells is a mindfuck, and I like it.

WELLS

Cuddling.

I’m not sure what the fuck I’m doing here, holding her, my dick going soft inside of her wet heat, but here I fucking am. Parker lifts her head slightly, her lips sliding across my jaw before she shifts back and looks into my eyes.

“You’re back,” she whispers. I feel like an asshole for not at least texting her, but she wasn’t really my focus at the time. “I don’t know how to navigate this.”

Her admission is vulnerable, and if I were going to be honest and forthcoming, I would admit the same thing. But I’m not honest, vulnerable, or very forthcoming. Sliding my fingertips up her spine, I tangle my fingers in her hair again. I love the way the strands feel—soft, silky, fucking amazing.

“I’m back. We take it one day at a time. Whatever we are only matters to us.”

“Only to us,” she says, the words coming out in a sweet little whisper.

Gripping her hair, I tug her head back, exposing her throat for me. I lean forward, and my cock slips from her as I slide my tongue up her bruised throat. I lower her head again, my eyes find her, and I repeat my words.

“Whatever we are only matters to us, cupcake,” I murmur. “Let’s go get cleaned up, and I’ll take you out to a late lunch.”

“Really?” she asks on an exhale.

Giving her a grin, I dip my chin. “Yeah, cupcake. Really.”

Before I can say another word, she has scrambled off me and is making her way toward the hall that leads to her bedroom. I watch her for a moment, then stand and follow behind her. I watch her heart-shaped ass as she makes her way into the bathroom, then starts the hot water.

I step in behind her and spin her around to face me, gripping the front of her throat with my hand as I slam my mouth against hers in a hard kiss. It’s an owning kiss. Because I own her. Even if she doesn’t believe it or truly realize it yet, I do.

“I could fuck you again, but I think I’ll wait until later. Make you think about what I feel like inside of you all through lunch,” I growl against her lips.

She lets out a trembling breath, then says my name on a whisper that goes straight to my cock. Fuck, but this is too goddamn much. I want her again. It’s only been minutes, but I want to come inside of her all over again.

“Please,” she breathes.

Shifting my head back slightly, I search her gaze with my own before I tell her exactly what’s going to happen today. I want a laid-back Sunday, but I also want to fuck her again, and I want her to remember who exactly she’s got in her bed.

“Not right now,” I say. “I’m going to paint your pretty ass red tonight after I feed you. Fuck you until you’re screaming my name. Every time you sit down at work tomorrow, in your little office, all by yourself, you’re going to think of my hand on your ass.”

Her eyes round, and her lips part as she stares at me. The water washes down on her skin, her sweet body wet and willing for me. She would do anything I asked. I’ve shown her exactly how good I can make her feel, and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.

Without saying much else, we take a shower, towel off, then I wait for her to get dressed. I realize I’ve never gone anywhere with her. I’ve only watched her out in public and been with her inside of her condo.

Naked, I make my way back into the living room and grab my clothes. Dressing there, I glance over to my apartment across the street and decide it’s probably about time I get rid of it. Probably. But I won’t. Instead, I decide I’m going to keep it for a little while longer. Maybe forever.

I have a feeling that Parker is going to be a hard habit to kick.

Once I’m dressed and waiting for her, I take my phone out of my pocket and check my notifications. Coleman has texted me. I’m surprised. I figured he’d be piss drunk and passed the fuck out.

BROTHER 1: NEED TO TALK.

Calling Coleman, I hold the phone to my ear. “You with your girl?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I grunt.

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