“Rochelle is already sensitive, and the last thing she needs to see is that scrote with her claws in you,” she hisses.
“Red,” I begin, my tone warning. She ignores me, squaring her shoulders like she’s ready to fight. “It’s got fuck all to do with you what I do in this club or with my woman.”
I refuse to engage in any more drama, so I walk out and head up to our room, my head full and my bones wary.
The soft glow from the bedside lamp is the only source of light, and it illuminates Hell curled up on the bed. I make my way to my side, lowering to sit. I begin to remove my boots when I feel the bed shift, and I glance over my shoulder to see her rolling over, keeping her back to me.
I sigh. “Hell?”
She sniffles, a low whimper leaving her.
I place my hand gently on her back, but she instantly shrugs me off, and I wonder when she became the one who had the right to be mad at me for something I didn’t even do. Cos, fuck, I ammad. Mad that all we seem to do lately is fight. Mad that every time she looks my way, it’s with suspicion in her eyes. Yet I’ve never once given her any reason to doubt my loyalty to her.
“Hell, come on, let’s just put the last twenty-four hours to rest.”
She rolls over to face me, her eyes puffy. “I’m sorry,” she whimpers.
Relief floods me, and I run my hand over her tear-stained cheeks, swiping them away. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Listen, Hell, you can’t keep on at me. I know you’re under a lot of pressure, but I’m not sure how much more crazy I can take.” I feel like an arse, but she needs to know that this bullshit has to stop.
She nods, her breathing coming out heavy with emotion. “I know. I can’t lose you . . .” Her voice trails off as her body begins to shake with sobs.
I put my arms out, and she crawls into them, snuggling against me. I hate seeing her in pain. She’s my girl, and I wish I knew how to make this all okay for her.
I stroke her hair, pressing soft, reassuring kisses against her temple as her tears continue to soak through my shirt.
“You won’t lose me. I just need you to reel in the crazy.” I laugh, small and careful, trying to break the tension.
A snort escapes her as her sobs mix with laughter. She wipes her face with the sleeve of her jumper then looks up at me and mouths,I love you.
I kiss her firmly on the head. “I love you too, Hell.”
She climbs on top of me so she’s straddling me, her hands resting on my chest. She leans in, kissing me with desperation, her tongue dancing with mine, and I feel my cock strain against my jeans. She breaks the kiss, resting her forehead to mine.
“I’m not ovulating, but right now, I need you,” she whispers, and it’s all I need to hear.
I push her back onto the bed, and she lets out a surprised squeal, smiling up at me.
I release the belt from my jeans, and she eyes it gleefully, biting her bottom lip.
I smirk, running the leather strap through my fingers until she places her wrists out in front of her. “Please,” she begs, “I need this.”
I wrap the belt around her wrists, pulling it tight to bind them together. She pulls at them.
“Tighter,” she says breathlessly.
I pull on them harder, and she inhales sharply.
I use the belt to pull her to her feet so we’re toe-to-toe. Her eyes are full of desire as she leans closer, her lips brushing my ear. “Do your fucking worst,” she purrs.
She leans back, her brow arched and a smile goading me as she takes in my reaction.
I grin, wondering if she realises how much I want this right now.Fuck, this woman is making me crazy.
I turn her around and push her at the shoulders so she’s face down on the mattress. Her arse is in the air, on display just for me.
I run my hand softly over her smooth peachy skin before I bring back my hand and smack the flesh hard. The sound echoes around the room, spurring me on. I repeat it, watching as her arse gets redder. I grin as I rub circles over the warm spot, occasionally pinching.
