I pound my fist against the wall, making her jump. “You could’ve been killed, Lena.”
She tries to cup my face in her hands, but I retreat out of reach. “I know,” she says, her voice hardening even as her body stays pliant, propped up by the wall. “I realize, now, how risky itwas. But with everything Bianca said, all the plans she made to get us out and back safely, I didn’t think?—”
“That’s right.” I move into her space so fast Lena stops talking. “You didn’t fucking think. About any of it. About the fact that someone is actively trying to kill you. Or that no one can guarantee your safety outside of this house. Or that Bianca could’ve been caught in the crossfire. Or how I would feel if?—”
Just thinking about Lena dying slaughters my ability to speak. She stares at me, eyes searching for the truth I’m struggling to acknowledge.
“If what, Rem?”
“If,” I answer on a ragged breath, “anything happened to you and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.”
Lena stares at me, her thoughts a whirl behind her deep, dark eyes. A series of questions, of choices, too many for her to process all at once.
Well, fuck that. She made a whole lot of choices today that landed us where we are now. The thing that Lena seems to forget is that in this world I’m boss. It’s well past time she realized it.
I put more distance between us. A little frown forms between her brows. She looks so small against the wall, toes sticking out from pants that are too long when she isn’t wearing boots. She lost them at the garage, she said. Her new coat too.
Her hair, even more wild than usual, has formed a chaotic halo around her head and shoulders. Her lips are red, kiss stained. Her breasts rising rapidly beneath the cashmere sweater, the delicate fabric snagged at the hem and elbows from her fight with the attacker.
“Take them off,” I order.
“What?” Some of her bite is back and I’m thankful for it. It doesn’t suit my little one to be mild.
“Your clothes. Take them off.”
“No.”
“I’m done with you ignoring my orders,piccolina. They are covered in dirt. They’re ruined. And you’re going to do as you’re fucking told. Take them off.”
“And then what?” Lena looks at me, her chin thrust out, as if she’s daring me to threaten her.
Fine. What my lady wants, my lady gets. “And then, little one, I’m going to teach you a lesson.”
“What lesson is that?” she practically spits back.
“The one,” I say, crossing my arms across my chest, “that makes you understand exactly how absolutely fucking insane I felt when I thought someone was going to hurt you.”
Dumbfounded, Lena stares at me. Her hands flex into fists, her throat works around a tight swallow. Then, having come to an internal decision I can’t begin to guess at, Lena lets the resistance drain from her body.
I can’t read the expression on her face, but my attention plummets south as, miraculously, methodically, Lena starts stripping.
Socks, pants, sweater. They fall to the floor in a heap. She’s wearing new underwear. Lacy little things in a pink that almost perfectly matches her skin. The fabric, what little there is, does nothing to hide her nipples. Those rosy buds peak the instant the air hits them. And her pussy—it’s a tease behind her panties and trimmed hair, the slightest hint of lushness just waiting for me to touch.
“Those too.”
One breath later, Lena is completely naked.
I don’t waste any time. I’m on my knees, one of her legs thrown over my shoulder, one hand gripping her ass, my mouth open on her core.
What follows is a lesson in madness. When Lena reaches for me, I use one hand to cuff her wrists, pinning them tight to her stomach. With only one foot on the floor, she has to pressher back to the wall to keep her balance, which thrusts her hips even closer to my mouth.
Her taste is an instant hit to my bloodstream, a drug I’ll never stop craving.
I drag my tongue through her folds, drawing a line from her entrance to her clit. She’s already so wet. Her heat so welcoming. Above me, Lena whimpers and it just drives me on.
I rub her clit with my tongue, squeeze her ass cheek hard. Drag in a breath so deep I feel like I’m drowning in her scent.
I torture her, pleasure her, coaxing an orgasm closer and closer, her thigh shaking against my shoulder as her stomach clenches in anticipation.
