I pull my hand away and straighten up.
She slams her legs shut.“I’m not a fucking lesbian anyway,” she snaps as she makes to get out of the bath.
But she slips on the bathtub floor.I lunge to catch her and keep her upright.She jerks her arm out of my grip.This is delicious, I’ve really pissed her off.I grab her towel and hold it up for her.Just.Out.Of.Reach.
Her nostrils flare as she steps out of the bath and swipes for it.But I’m faster and step farther out of her reach.
“Not a lesbian?And yet, no one opens their legs that confidently unless… Yeah… I’d put good money on the fact you’ve slept with a woman before.”
Penelope looks away, feinting to the side, only to dart back and snatch the towel out of my grip.
Her eyes glint with the spark of a win as she wraps it around herself.That little brat.
She cocks her chin up at me.“Just one woman.”
“And?”
“And nothing.”
“Did you like it?”
“I don’t see what relevance that has.”She struts past me towards the bedroom.
I sigh.Gods, she’s insufferably high maintenance.“Are you incapable of giving a straight answer…?”
She opens her wardrobe, purposely not glancing at me.“It wasn’t bad.”
She hauls on a nighty as I choke a laugh out.“Oh, Princess.If you’d been fucked properly by a woman, you’d never go back.”
Penelope’s eyes slide to my hands before she drags them up my body, ice leaking into her gaze as her lip curls.“And what?You think some vampire trash like you is the perfect woman for the job?”
Heat surges through me.I abandon my towel and I’m across the room, grabbing her hands and wrenching them behind her back, before she blinks.I bend her over my knee and take a seat on the edge of her bed in one smooth movement.
I lower my voice to a sinister whisper.“When you lie, the muscle in your neck twitches, and the blood rushes to that pretty little mouth of yours.You want to fuck me as much as you want the next designer dress.”
She bleats out frustrated yelp, struggling against my grip.I couldn’t be more smug if I tried.
“Take your fucking hands off me,” she yelps and wriggles, her bra-less tits rubbing over my thighs beneath the nighty.
Gods.If I had a dick, it would be painfully swollen right now.What is this woman doing to me?
“Now you listen to me.I’ve tamed many a brat over the years.If I have to deal with you for the next forty-eight hours, you’re going to be on your best behaviour.Which means no more insults.No more whining.And only straight answers.”
“Or what?”
Seriously?I shake my head, bemused at the fact she’s still pushing.“Or…” I lean over her body, pressing her torso against my thighs and whisper into her ear.“…there will be consequences.”
I shove both her wrists into one hand and tug her nighty up to her waist with the other, running the flat of my palm over her arse cheek.
“You wouldn’t dare,” she hisses.
I smile, my fucking traitorous fangs descending again as I grin at her.“Fuck around and find out, Princess.”
Penelope straightens against my grip in that defiant way that saystryme.
Oh, I will.
I pull my hand back and slap her still damp arse.She cries out, aghast.
