Page 62 of Resistant

Brynn’s eyes widen.

“Did Riesa watch?”

I shrug.

“It’s possible, I don’t know, why?”

Brynn pulls the blankets back over her head. Her voice is so muffled I can’t understand her. I grasp at the blanket to pull it off, but Brynn holds it firmly.

“Angel, I need to see your face.”

“Nope.”

Fuck, there’s she is, the princess who doesn’t like to run with me and who doesn’t want to know about my past.

I don’t get the feeling that my Angel is jealous, more that she doesn’t want to know any of it at all. Like I start and end with her. I think it might be why doesn’t she want to reciprocate and tell me about her past.

“Angel, remove the blanket. Now.”

I can see the shudders that pass through her body, fuck she responds to my Dom voice like a dream. Now if I can get her to cooperate.

“Princess, I need you to look at me while we have this conversation. I told you before, I need your Eyes. On. Me.”

I hear a gasp from under the covers, but she still doesn’t move.

“Do I need to punish you, Princess? What will it be, my hand or my belt?”

I rip the covers from her grasp and pin her down with my body. She struggles underneath me, and I reach for her hands to push them over her head.

“Don’t call me princess!”

She grates out and stuns me with a head butt. I sit back from the impact, and I feel her foot curl around my ankle. My princess is going to roll me, and I decide to let her. She grabs my forearm and I blink up at her, she’s breathing hard and straddling me.

My dick is impossibly hard, and I grind myself against her heat. Fucking badass, my Angel. I grasp her hips and hold her still, tightly against me. I’ll let her catch her breath before I execute a move and have her over my lap with my palm scorching her pretty ass.

“You don’t like Princess, Angel? Why not? Because sometimes that’s how you behave.”

“I’m not a Princess!” she spews between her teeth.

I chuckle and execute my move. My hand hovers over her ass and I pin her shoulders down to the bed with my thigh. I give her one healthy smack and she curses and struggles beneath me. I smack her again and growl in her ear.

“Behave like a brat, and I’ll treat you like one. And believe me, Princess, I will enjoy every fucking second of it.”

I feel a shiver race up her back, and she recovers and bucks beneath me. I tug down her shorts and panties. And I rain down on her ass with my palm.

My heart aches for her. I want to understand what she’s struggling with so I can fix it.

She’s breathing hard and I look at her face. Her hair is covering her eyes, so I release her wrists and gently brush the dark strands away with my fingertips.

She huffs and stares at me indignantly. Her face is red, and I feel some of the tension release from her body, enough that her side is brushing against my hard cock. I know she won’t talk to me right now, but I can’t let this go. I can’t let her close herself off from me. It’s not in my nature to allow it, and it will only hurt us in the end.

“Are we done, or do I need to fuck some of this bad attitude out of you.”

“Fucking. I need fucking.”

Without a word, I get behind her on my knees. I rub her red cheeks and slip my fingers between her thighs. I rip my pants down.

“See, what you don’t understand Princess, is that I’m prepared to give you what you need no matter what it is. I don’t care if it’s words, my belt, or my cock. I know who you are, and I won’t accept anything but your best. So, yes, I’ll fuck the Princess out of you so I can have my Angel.” I slide into her.

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