Her laughter tinkled in my ear. "Be careful what you wish for."
Though I rolled my eyes, I knew she wasn't wrong.
Family—even when they weren't yours by blood—were still a goddamn pain in the ass.
"You still owe me, by the way. Don’t think I’ve forgotten."
I frowned down at her. "What for?"
"The night you tied me to the bed and left me to go to Queens of Heart."
My lips twitched. "You’re a brat, do you know that?"
"Hasn’t that long been established?" she teased, batting her eyelashes as she looked at me.
"What do you want?"
She reached up and ran a finger across my bottom lip. "This mouth."
"You know it’s yours." I tapped her on the ass. "You wanna use it to get off, baby girl?"
"Do you know how hot you were today?" She scrambled onto her knees. "You owe me an orgasm."
"If we’re talking about debts…"
She slapped my pec then scrambled to straddle my waist. "One," she wheedled. "I’ll be quiet."
"You’re incapable of being quiet," I derided. But my tone darkened as I told her, "I don’t share the sounds of your pleasure with anyone." And sure as fuck not with a Bratva brother in the house.
"You can gag me," she pleaded.
Unable to deny her, I narrowed my eyes on her. "One sound, just one fucking sound, Savannah, and we stop. Do you hear me?"
Swallowing, she nodded. "I hear you."
"Go and get one of my neckties."
Showing more obedience than usual, she practically leaped off the bed and hurried over to the closet.
Hearing rustling sounds, I reached down and pulled out my dick from my boxers. As I fisted my fingers around it, I jacked off. Her nostrils flared at the sight of me upon her return, and she stilled as she tied the gag around herself.
"So eager," I rumbled, watching her walk toward me, her gaze locked on my dick. "Eyes on me, little one. Not my cock. Just me. You said you wanted my mouth, not my dick."
Her brow furrowed, and I almost smiled.
I loved painting her into a corner. I just wished I could see her pout.
"Take off your sleep-shorts," I ordered. After she dragged them off, she reached up to grab the hem of her sleep-shirt, but I shook my head. "Keep it on." I moved further down the bed then drawled, "Come on then. Sit on my face, little one. Seeing as my mouth, and only my mouth, are what you want."
I saw the despair etched in her expression at my cockblocking her as she hovered there.
Denying her shouldn’t have gotten me so fucking hard, but it did. Fuck, it did.
She wanted to renege.
Wanted to make a sound of complaint.
But she didn’t dare.