If she says anything else, I’ll pull over and spank her ass pink. My palm itches, so some thuddy impact will feel good.
She keeps quiet, though. Every so often, I glance over and find she’s watching me, her lips parted.
Fuck, I need to stop staring at her mouth. She told me kissing was a hard limit, but now all I can think about is taking her lips. Claiming her. Winding my hand in her hair, pulling her head back, and dominating her mouth with mine. I want to kiss her so much her lips will be perpetually puffy and sore. I wouldn’t feel much. My lips would feel weird, numb on hers. But I’d kiss her hard enough to feel something.
I’d touch her pussy at the same time and make her come whenever my lips touched hers. Train her to crave my kiss.
We get to the house, and I park. She twists in her seat, reaching for the books.
“Leave them,” I order. “Go to your room and wait for me. On your knees in the middle of the bed, facing the door.”
I wait for her sass, but she just gives an unsteady nod. She wants this.
After a moment, she opens her door and slides out. I would be a gentleman and open her door, but I don’t trust myself to move. I need to get myself under control first so I don’t lose it and break her. And I think she knows it.
“Bella,” I call after her. She pauses.
“You will wait for me naked.”
She gives me an unsteady nod and slips up the steps and inside her house.
Bella
* * *
I’m shaking as I hurry up to my room. I poked the bear only to realize the cage holding him is made of paper. And now he’s about to come raging toward me.
I’m so freaking excited. I can’t wait to see what happens next. Will he punish me? Use the flogger and rope? Is this the training he keeps threatening me with?
I race through the house and burst into my room. He’s coming and I want to be ready for him.
I go to the bathroom first to freshen up. My cheeks are flushed, and my eyes are black. I look scary and horny.
On my sink is a new box of samples from one of our bottling companies. They use our botanical blends to make scented lotions. The box was delivered this morning. I picked it up with the morning paper, but I haven’t had a chance to open it. I was too distracted by an article about a warehouse fire down by the docks. A building owned by the Saint family. There are no suspects, but I bet it was the Vesuvios. They’re always up to no good.
I’ve noticed some thugs with pentacles tattooed on their cheeks hanging around Three Diner, but I always pretend I don’t see them. Kaiser seemed very aware of them, but I’m still playing innocent. I’m not ready to take on the Vesuvio Family.
I have to deal with my intended first.
That’s where this box comes in. I rip it open and dig through the samples until I find the perfect one. I want to bathe my skin in a signature scent. One that will always make Kaiser think of me.
Among the pretty samples is a white packet of something that doesn’t belong. Hmmm. “How did you get in here?” I hold it up to the light, imagining all the things I could do with it. I don’t have time now, but when I do, I could add it to some lotion… later.
For now, I smear a silky cream on my skin, one that smells like lemon and sugar.
By the time Kaiser comes upstairs, I’m waiting in the bed like he asked.
The stairs creak under his weight, and I know he made some noise on purpose to let me know he’s coming. I suppress a giggle.
He opens the door and sees me lounging back against the cushions, my copy of Viking Thunder in my hand, and I’m still wearing my clothes.
“I told you to kneel.”
“Oops.” I give him an innocent look. “I forgot.” I wish I could ignore him and pretend to find page 269 in my book, but I can’t tear my eyes away from him. I’d sooner look away from a crouching panther.
“You love being a brat.”
“YOLO.”
