Again, I don’t answer.
“And the apartment.” The words rush out as she connects the dots. “That was you, wasn’t it? You texted Abella that day. How did you know? Was it even unsafe to live in, or was that just a lie to get me out of there?”
She starts to squirm like she wants me to put her down, but I tighten my grip on her. A million different questions surface in her eyes, and I know they’re about to overwhelm her if I don’t get this situation under control.
When we get to her room, I pin her facedown on the bed to stop her from going anywhere.
“Take a breath.” I stroke my fingers through her hair, giving her a minute to recalibrate.
She releases an involuntary shudder as the tension in her body slowly dissolves, and her panic fades away.
“Who are you?” she whispers.
“You said you didn’t want to know.”
“I know, but…this is a lot. How do I know you’re not going to murder me and toss my body parts all over the city?”
“Where’s the fun in that?” I shift my hips, thrusting my cock that’s still lodged inside her. “Then I wouldn’t get to do this.”
She lets out a dry sound of amusement. “If that’s what this is about, you went to a lot of trouble for it.”
“It’s a really nice pussy.”
“Well, if you were being honest that I was your first, then you don’t really have anything to compare it to.” She points out.
“Don’t need to compare it. This one’s mine.”
Fuck, I’m already hard again. It doesn’t help that my cum is leaking down her thighs, the evidence of my claim soaking into her skin.
“Yours for now,” she reminds me.
My body has a visceral reaction to that statement, but I don’t give voice to it. She doesn’t need to know how deep this obsession goes.
“Then I guess I’ll have to live in it while I can.” I thrust into her again.
She laughs like I’m joking until I pick her back up and carry her into the bathroom.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking a bath with you.” I balance her weight with one arm while I turn on the tub.
As it fills up, I set her on the bathroom counter and pull my cock from her warmth. Both of us watch my cum leak out of her, and I drag my gloved fingers through the mess and bring them to her lips.
I wait to see what she’ll do, and when she opens her mouth and darts her tongue out to taste me, a primitive satisfaction settles beneath my skin. Then she comes back for seconds, sucking my fingers and licking the leather clean.
Fuck, that’s hot.
Her gaze drifts down to my cock, and she reaches out to stroke it.
I close my eyes and let her play with me for a minute before I start peeling off her clothes. It takes me longer than I want to get her naked, because I have to remove her boots and tights, and she’s distracting me by trying to jerk me off.
When I finally extricate her from her clothes, she tries to slip off the counter and sink to her knees in front of me. I stop her before she can get her mouth around my cock, because I know once she does, there’s no going back.
“Not yet,” I tell her.
“Why?” She frowns. “You barely let me try this last night.”
“I know.” I palm her face. “But that can wait.”
