“What?” he challenged almost as if he knew I was trying to deny it. Deny him.
My lips kept moving, but no more sound came out. It was hard to deny something every cell in my body wanted to be true.
“You aremine. My little hazard,” he enunciated, grinding his hips against me. His dick was rigid as if it, too, would drive the words home.
Hot need lanced through me, so strong it was almost painful. Arms wound around me, pulling me even tighter against him. His shaft thrust against me once more, and because of our height difference, it drove into my lower back. His teeth nipped my ear, and my neck arched into the sting.
“You agreed last night, and I won’t let you go. There’s no point in fighting me, baby doll. I always win.”
My knees were trembling, legs unsteady. I knew he could feel it. There was no way to conceal the way I shook. “Can we talk about this l-later?” I asked, lifting my finger to chew my nails.
“We can talk later,” he allowed, tugging my hand back down. “But not about this because this will not change.”
“Work.”
He sighed heavily. “Go eat the breakfast I made for you. I’ll drive you when you’re finished.”
I spun in the circle of his arms and tipped my head back. “You made me breakfast?”
“I’ll get groceries later today. Tomorrow’s breakfast will be better.” He spoke as though cooking for me was something he planned to do every day.
A lump formed in my throat.
It must have shown on my face because his softened. “What’s your favorite thing to eat for breakfast?”
“I don’t eat breakfast.”
His lips twisted, utterly appalled. “You have to eat breakfast.”
I shrugged. Who had time? Or the funds?
“If you could eat anything for breakfast tomorrow, what would it be?”
“French toast,” I said. “With whipped cream.”
“That’s not healthy.”
“You asked.”
“I made you eggs. Go,” he said, releasing me and stepping back.
“I don’t have time.”
“You are not leaving this house until you eat breakfast.” He might as well have just declared a law because the look on his face was unforgiving.
“Get your keys!” I said, racing toward the kitchen. “I’ll be done in less than five.”
“If you choke, I’ll spank you.”
I coughed around the scrambled eggs already stuffed in my mouth.
“Chew,” he demanded, disappearing back into the hall to presumably find his keys.
Hope he found a better mood too.
I shoveled another heap of scrambled eggs into my mouth. The cheese in them melted on my tongue. Humming happily, I scooped up even more. After swallowing those down, I grabbedthe glass of juice beside my plate and drained it. With the rest of the eggs jammed into my mouth, I grabbed two sausage links from the plate and carried them into the living room to look out the window.
The view was incredible. I could even see Lake Erie.
