Page 36 of Bloody Bones
“Do you always have to do what he asks, Tommy?”
“Yes, and it's never been a problem before.” He sounded downtrodden, like someone had just kicked his puppy.
“And it's a problem now?”
Jesus, I wanted it to be a problem.
“Yes.” He answered simply. “It's a damn big problem now.” As if to prove his point, his hips flexed, pushing himself more firmly into my hand. “Especially with you doing that.”
“Good.” I didn't want to get him into any kind of trouble, but what this Leviathan was asking of him was ludicrous. How could one person dictate to another who they could be with? The thought was sobering.
Hadn’t my own father been doing the same to me for years?
For several long heartbeats, he just stared at me. And then something shifted in his eyes. They became wild, almost feral.
“If I fuck you, Briella, there will be no going back. I’m not like any man you have ever been with.”
“Big-head,” I teased.
“I'm not being big-headed, Briella. I'm being honest.” Easily his hand caught my wrist, pulling me away and pinning it to the mattress as he leant over me. “This might be something we both live to regret, but I am past fighting it right now,” he warned. “Everyone else can be damned, you are mine.”
