Her damn eyes got misty all over again. “You really serious about that?”
His brows furrowed like he couldn’t understand her need to ask the question. “Of course I am, little ladybug, I already told you that I'm yours. Now let’s get you some breakfast, and then I’ll give you a bath. If you’re getting the tattoo, then I suppose I don’t have to keep you wearing my mark.”
Standing, he reached over to scoop her up. He hadn't let her walk a single step since he rescued her from the car, because he was worried about the burns on her feet causing her pain. As she curled into his arms, tucking herself against his chest, Rose knew she’d made the right choice when she agreed to come and stay with Steel.
After twenty-three years, she’d finally found a home and a family that actually cared about her.
Chapter
Twenty-Three
January 3rd
8:34 P.M.
“I can't believe I'm really going to do this.”
Steel analyzed every inflection in Rose’s voice to make sure there was nothing there he needed to be concerned about. All he could detect was excitement and a tiny thread of nervousness.
From here on out, he had decided it was his job to make sure Rose never worried about another thing, never felt fear, never wondered who she was, and never felt trapped. She was his, and he needed to make sure she never regretted her decision to stay with him rather than go to Eagle and find her own freedom.
That the freedom she wanted was there with him, still left him in disbelief.
“I can't wait to see my mark on your skin.” His hand slipped up under the shirt she was wearing—one of his and he was never going to get tired of seeing her in his clothes—and ran his fingertips over her breast.
“You know we’re going to have to take the shirt off to do this, right?” Rose asked, and this time he could hear the clearamusement in her tone. When he growled, she laughed. “And you can't kill your friend for touching my breast when it’s the only way to get the tattoo on my skin. The tattoo thatyouwanted me to get.”
“You saying you don't want it, little ladybug?” he asked as his hand dipped, trailing down her flat stomach and then slipping under the waistband of her leggings. “You're not wearing underwear,” he said on a groan as he felt her bare skin as his hand slid lower until a fingertip hovered just above her needy little bud.
“No,” Rose answered, as she shifted a little, trying to get his fingers where she wanted them.
Only, he had no intention of touching her until he was ready. She was his to play with, an equal to him in every other way except in the bedroom. There she was his to make come over and over again until she couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, could barely breathe through all the pleasure bombarding her body.
“Patience,” he warned as Rose squirmed again.
“Lion is going to be here any minute to start the tattoo, you can't put your hand there and then leave me hanging,” she said, her voice just shy of a whine, and he smirked.
“I can do whatever I want, you're mine, aren't you?” Touching a fingertip to her bundle of nerves, he feathered circles on it. “Maybe I’ll work you right to the edge and then stop, make you sit there while Lion does the tattoo, knowing it was your own bratty fault that you weren't allowed to get off.”
“You wouldn't.” Her bottom lip stuck out in a pout, and Steel couldn’t resist leaning in and nipping at it.
“Oh, little ladybug, I absolutely would. Or maybe I’ll sink into you, get myself off, but not let you come, then make you sit on me while you get your tattoo.”
Rose giggled, and the sound was so soft, and light, and free that his heart thudded hard in his chest as it swelled withemotion. “Okay, now that I know you wouldn't do. You don’t want Lion to see my breast, even though he has to in order to do the tattoo, no way you’re going to let him see me naked and stretched around you.”
Okay, so she had him on that one. But he absolutely would teach his little brat a lesson and not let her get off.
Shoving her leggings down her legs, Steel pushed his sweatpants aside enough to free himself, then snatched Rose off the couch and onto his lap, slamming home in one thrust.
She cried out as he filled her, but her fingers clawed at his shoulders, and she was already trying to rock her hips to get some friction.
Couldn’t have that.
Pinning her hands was awkward with the cast on one of them, but his hands were so much larger than her wrists, and he was able to hold them both together and against his chest. His other hand grabbed her hip, holding her still and making her pout again.
“Told you, little ladybug, you're not going to come. You're going to feel me fill you up, and then you're going to sit there with my cum dripping out of you while you get your tattoo and remind yourself that only good girls get to come.”
“You're mean,” she whined, and Steel just laughed.
