"Calm down—"
He made me rely on him.
Obsessed with him.
Love him.
Now he's going to die!
"To hell, I'll calm down, Sir." I shake my head, scurrying along the mattress until I am standing. Putting a bit of distance between us, I square my shoulders, bare and exposed for his perusal, as always, open and available. "Could you die tonight? Could you leave me—"
Projecting feigned composure, he twists to face me, his features smoothly set into that practised expression. "If you continue to raise your voice, sweet girl—"
I laugh hysterically at nothing—it's not even the slightest bit funny—cutting him off. His jaw pulses as I say, "How about,fuck you, Sir!Fuck you and your orders, and your fucking cooing and soothing. Fuck you!"
He clasps his hands in his lap, and I hear his knuckles crack under the pressure of his brewing temper.Good.He can't bury his sentimentality from me, and he can't drown mine in a charming smile and fussing tone.
"Eccentric girl," he mutters to himself.
"Eccentric?I'm so fuckingsimple.Don't lie to me! That's all. Don't bullshit me. This isdangerous.You're so willing to risk your life. You come home with a cut like a fucking axe wound in your face, that I can't tend to, and blood all over your clothes that I can't clean for you. You keep yourself an island while making me so utterly vulnerable and available to you. It—"
He rises to his full height, creating a formidable wall of muscles cloaked in a pristine black suit. "Goddamn it,Fawn," he bites out. "I'm doing this for you—"
"You think you're so fucking clever, Sir! And I'm so dumb. Like I won't see this for what it is? I'll just let you take the most important thing away from me. Well, I won't. I'll fight youfor you. I'll fight to keep you."
Fight to keep him, Fawn!
I think quick.
Desperate to keep him here.
Slanting my hips in a seductive way, borderline insane and eccentric and desperate, I whisper, "Don’t you want to stay here and play with me?" My feigned breathy voice shakes with emotion, but my posture earns me a hiss from his lips.
"Stop that."
"Don't you want to touch thispretty pussy,Sir?" I touch between my thighs, pressing into my palm. "It's yours."
"Careful,"he rumbles, his chest thundering beneath smooth dark material, his breath building in anger and arousal.
Unable to pretend further, I snap, "What?" Throwing my arms in the air, I repeat, "What will you do?"God,I hope he unleashes himself on me. Hope he grabs me. Manhandles me. Punishes me. Shakes away the blood-curdling fear coursing through my bones, my muscles. "What will you do to me if I'm notcareful?" I shout. "Have me suck your cock until I calm down? Spank me? Reprimand me? Make me accountable for my words and bad manners?"
I start to tremble with fear of losing his attention, of losing him, tears spitting from my eyes. "Care about me? Give ashitabout me?Love me?"I scream at him, my body a vibrating figure, a vessel for more grief. "Love me."
I drop to my knees.
Cover my face.
And sob helplessly into my palms, wailing. "That'll all be a bit hard to do when you'refucking dead."
Instantly, he is beside me, his body curling around mine, straightening me from my huddled position. He cups my face and forces me to look into his fierce blue eyes. "I won't die, little deer."
"Promise me," I beg, tears filling my mouth. "You're mynumber one, Sir. My number one good thing. Promise me I'll get the other twowith you."
"I won'tallowmyself to die," he states through gritted teeth, cradling my wet cheeks. His gaze, darkened by large demonic pupils, howls he'll claw his way back from hell to be with me. And I revel in that notion.
He kisses my lips, then peppers his affection down on my face. Touching each tear. "I won't allow myself to die before I give you all the things I promised you, sweet girl."
His lips slide down my face, crashing with mine. With a jolt of desperation, I accept his kiss. Crawling onto his lap, kneeling either side of his thighs, I connect our bodies. Our mouths consume my whimpers and his possessive groans, refusing to pull away to draw in air.