Dane: Someone’s been a bad girl.
The sharp inhale of breath I took while reading his message rattled in my chest. My fingers froze over the keyboard as a smile stretched my lips wide. Before I could tap out a response, another message appeared.
Dane: Oh, baby. I can’t wait to have you in front of me.
Me: What for? To give me a pat on the head?
I bit down on my bottom lip. Knowing I was egging him on, I didn’t care. I had been poking the sleeping beast, and now he’d lifted his eyes and reared his head. I had his full attention, and I reveled in it.
Dane: Only good girls get pats and we both know you aren’t.
Me: I can be.
Dane: Mm… Do you want to be a good girl, Vera?
Me: No.
Dane: See? That’s why this works.
Me: And how’s that?
Dane: You don’t want to behave and I want to keep you in line.
Me: In line, huh? That sounds like a red flag to me.
Dane: Let’s not pretend I’m not.
Me: Is this the part where I run?
Dane: Why? Do you want me to give chase?
I burst into laughter, hitting the back of my head against the door.
Me: You’re funny.
Dane: But I made you laugh, didn’t I?
Me: … Yes, yes, you did.
Dane: Mm. That right there is how I know.
Me: Know what?
Dane: That I want you on your knees at my feet. Staring up at me while I feed your smart little mouth my cock. I want to see how pretty you are. Will you cry, or beg for more?
I’d never been so turned on.How is he perfect?It’s like he ripped free of the pages and walked into my life, ready to make me come harder than any man ever has before. Us book girlies say we only like them because they’re fictional. We swear left and right that if anything in our books happened in real life that we’d turn and run in the other direction, but I don’t think that’s true. Why? Because I was faced with a man who had my alarm bells ringing, but instead of wanting to run away, I wanted to fallto my knees and take whatever he had to give. My body buzzed with excitement.
Dane: Tell me I’m wrong.
Me: Knots.
Dane: Yeah, I have one of those. Tell me, Babygirl.
Me: You’re wrong.
Dane: Don’t lie to Daddy.
Me: Fine. You’re right.
