“Kind?” she hisses.
I don’t reply, letting her stew. Riling her up is fun. I release her wrists with a few tugs, then fist a hand in her hair to stand her up. She isfartoo compliant as I lead her to the bathroom, andfartoo temptingin only a bra and panties. Her breasts are round, plump, perfectly suited to her figure, and so beautifullynatural. Her ass is more than generous, and bounces in a way that makes my mouth water.
Note to self: bite her ass the next chance you get. I might even put a tattoo over the bitemark.
Fuck, this power is heady. I can do anything to her. She’s my chosen—she’s mine to use however I please, and the knowledge that I own this incredible, stunning,powerfulwoman is nearly too much. I just came, and I’m already set to go again.
I make a split-second decisionnotto trust Ember in the bathroom alone. If I do, she’ll try to fight me, and then I’ll need to punish her again. I’m too tired for another fight, so I follow her into the bathroom, close the door, and lean against it. She blinks at me.
“Do you mind?”
“Not at all,” I reply easily, jerking my chin at the toilet and shower. “Do your business.”
Her nostrils flare. She’s so fucking adorable. “I can manage on my own, thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Her jaw clenches.Christ, riling her is awesome. “And nobody’s stopping you.”
“Get out!”she snaps.
“Nope,” I respond. “In the future, if you want me to listen, check the tone and the attitude. It makes me hard, and you’re about to strip down and give me a show. My self-control has limits, Flame.”
“Fuck you.”
“Is that an offer?”
She scoffs, even as her cheeks brighten. “In your dreams.”
“Sweetheart, you’re already the star of all of them.” I wipe the grin off my face and give her a censoring stare. “Wash.”
“Go to hell.”
“Already there. Now that I have you, I don’t mind it so much. Strip, do your business, and wash.”
Her hands curl into cute little fists. I almostwanther to come at me. A fight is always good foreplay, and keeping myself from fucking Ember until she screams is already quite the challenge. The only reason I’m holding myself in check is because tonight’s been enough of a shock for both of us… and I want a little more time to observe and get to know Ember before giving into my desires.
Once I take her, I don’t think I’ll stop taking her until I’m ready to pass out… and considering the depths of yearning I’ve felt for her, that fuck-fest will last for days, if not weeks.
“Go on, Flame,” I encourage.
Her jaw tightens. “Will you at least turn around?”
No need to add insult to injury. I spin around, listening as fabric rustles… and then, silence. No sound of her ass meeting the toilet, or the shower running. Intuition raises the hairs on the back of my neck; I spin around in time for Ember tolaunchherself at me like a fuckingmissile.
She’s holding a plastictoothbrushin her hand, brandishing it like it’s a weapon of mass destruction. I move quicker than she anticipates, catching her wrist and her throat, and pinning her against the wall. The knot of my towel loosens, falling from my waist, but Ember doesn’t give into the distraction.
Her forehead meets my nose for thesecondtime tonight, and this time, I feel an unpleasantcrack.
I stumble back a step, momentarily dazed, but have the foresight to twist when she comes at me again.Agonyexplodes in my shoulder.
She buried the end of the plastic toothbrush in my skin. If I hadn’t moved in time, it would’ve been my fuckingjugular.
I pluck out the toothbrush with a grunt of anger. The end of it is jagged; the crazy bitch must’ve torn it in half with her teeth.
Little Flame has turned into a roaringinferno. I’m equal parts turned on, infuriated, and reluctantly impressed.
I hear the rattle of the doorknob turning, but I move faster than Ember can anticipate, slamming her against the door, flattening her front to it.
She is fucking insane, and I amfartoo turned on by her fight for eitherof our own good.
