I release her clit from between my teeth to say, “Well, this is awkward.”
She screams at me, a wild, screeching sound, and it shoots an aroused shiver right up my spine. The leg comes up quicker than I can anticipate and she kicks me straight in the face. The force sends her back, pushing distance between us as I roll onto my back and clutch my face while it throbs in pain. It’s not too bad, but the girl’s got some surprising power in her, considering her current famished and withered state.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” she screams.
I blink several times as my vision clears, then roll back onto my stomach to face her, seeing her curling up into herself. “A number of things, actually. One being an absolute sucker for a juicy pussy. Or biter.” I wink.
She kicks out again, but I’m ready this time. I catch her ankle, rising to my knees as I drag her across the floor until she’s beneath me. I drop forward and cage her in. Her fists come up to my chest, batter at my face, but I’ve had pure iron-like fists pummel me before, her puny attack is nothing.
“You’re a feisty little one, aren’t you?” I say, watching her struggle and fight, feeling my dick get harder. “You’re going the right way about getting railed if you don’t stop.”
She falters, gives me one last stinger of a slap across my cheek, which only makes me smirk at her.
“Get the fuck off me! You’re not allowed to touch me!”
“And I haven’t,” I say with a tone of simplicity. “It was all a dream, princess. You were wriggling around on the floor. I woke you up, thought you were having a nightmare. If anything, you should be thanking me.”
“Don’t gaslight me! I know what I sawandfelt!”
I bite my lip and think,yeah, me too, and I want more.“Well, you’re awake now. That’s what I came to do. Told Master I’d come and check on you.” I still taste her on my tongue. I suck on it in my mouth, trying desperately to keep the tang of her juices on my tastebuds.
“You can tell your master that you just molested his fiancé. Better yet, I’ll go do it.”
She goes to get up, slithering out from under me, so I wrap my fingers around her throat, over the bruises where another set of fingers had recently been, and slam her back down on the floor.
The shock of my speed has her falling still, but she doesn’t look afraid.
“If you tell Cade, I will tear that little clit right off your cunt with my teeth, do you understand me?” My voice hardens enough to make her body go rigid, glaring at me with just enough fear that lets me know she believes me. She should.
“Do you understand me?” I say again.
Reluctantly, she nods.
I take a moment to feel the tendons in her neck ripple and shift as she swallows. My fingers dig deeper into the soft flesh. The urge to have this hold on her while roughly fucking into her has me reeling, so close to slipping over the edge. But I’ve way overstepped the line, and I need to remove myself before one of them comes to prove they were completely right about my impulses.
I release her and watch as she scrambles to her feet. She grabs some clothes from atop the bed: a pair of Caden’s black jogging bottoms and a long-sleeved grey jumper. I watch as she hurriedly covers herself, hiding away every bit of skin. I expect her to head to the bathroom, or jump on the bed, anywhere away from me but remain in the safety of the only room she knows, but that’s not what she does. The little bitch goes flying towards the door. I’m on her in a flash. I yank a fistful of her hair and she’s hoisted back, falling at my feet with a yelp.
“Where do you think you’re going, little princess?”
She doesn’t answer. Instead, a tight fist comes over her head and lands right on my balls. Agony blasts through my middle as I double over, nausea springing up in my chest. I crumble and only half see her haul the door open and disappear.
Shit.
I push up on wobbly legs and stumble out into the hallway, still clutching my precious balls.
By the time I reach the living room, Elodie’s already spewing some dramatic retelling of our encounter, arms flailing around her, eyes wild and panicked.
Caden and Alf are on their feet, listening to her. Cade’s eyes flick to me as I approach her from behind.
All three dogs appear, running up to her, and that knocks her from her theatrics. She leaps up onto the coffee table but Alfie’s quick to react. God forbid anyone disturbs his Legos. He catches her and holds her in his arms. She hooks her arms around his neck and then catches sight of me, a darkness sweeping over the fear.
I hold my hands out and approach, Bob coming up to sniff at me. “Just a little misunderstanding is all. I never touched her. I think she was dreaming, and when she saw me there, she thought the worst.”
“You’re a liar!” she shrieks, and Bob turns and barks. Her grip tightens around Alfie. He whispers something in her ear that has her pressing her lips into a thin line and poking her chin out.
I pat Bob on the head and approach them. “Listen, Cade–”
“Don’t.” He holds up a hand to silence me. Then turns to Elodie. “Coming in here and causing drama is what we don’t need. We’re a tightknit group here. A family. Do not come into my house and start trouble.”
