Page 47 of The Devil We Crave
Her throat works. “No.”
“Well, your pussy might have a slightly dissenting opinion.”
Yelena’s eyes, unsurprisingly, bulge so much you’d think I’d just presented her with concrete evidence of life on Neptune.
“My…?!” She turns to stare at me in shock and indignation. “Myvaginais none of your?—”
“It very much is,” I sigh. “And please use the appropriate word.”
Her lips purse as the fiery blush on her face intensifies, to the point where it looks like it's igniting the golden flecks in the green swirls of her eyes.
“Say it, baby,” I murmur.
She blinks rapidly. “I’m not your baby,” she mutters.
I keep my eyes pinned to hers. “Say it.”
She drops her gaze to the fingers twisting in her lap.
“My…my pussy,” she almost whispers.
A gasp jolts through her as I lean in, my lips ghosting over the shell of her ear. “Good girl.”
I probably should have guessed it already, but the way she stiffens and sucks in a breath…the way her back snaps rigid and the muscles of her quads above her exposed knees tense…
Someone’s got a touch of a praise kink sprinkled into that dark, violent place inside her head.
Not into the same things I am?
Bull.
Fucking.
Shit.
But not only does she not want to admit that tome, the denial extends to herself.
“Life’s too short to be untrue to yourself, baby.”
She glances nervously at me.
“And the thing is, youare,” I growl. “Into those things.”
She shakes her head. “I’m not?—”
“You want tosayyou’re not, because it fits your view of yourself.”
The glance turns into a glare. “And what exactly is that?”
“The good girl.Daddy’sgirl. Who studies hard, follows the rules…” She’s not able to stop the shiver that ripples through her shoulders when I lean close to her ear again. “Doesn’t hop into bed with anyone, much less getchased.”
Her eyes go wide.
“You’ve never been fucked properly, have you?”
Her eyes fly to mine so fast that I know I’m even righter than I thought.
“Or fuckedat all,” I muse softly.
