Page 81 of Spark
“Are you excited for your girls’ dinner? Knight texted me. He’s not happy about Octy going out, but he’ll make sure you get home safe.”
“Is it okay if I use the card to pay for my meal?” I ask.
“You never have to ask permission to pay for anything. Ever. That’s your card and your money. Do you understand?” he growls.
“It’s not, though. It’s your money.”
“It’sourmoney, Verity, and if I hear you say it isn’t again, I’ll spank your ass raw until you understand.”
“Spank me…” I croak, hating the blush that rises in my cheeks.
His soft laughter seems to vibrate straight to my clit. “I see that’s not quite the threat I imagined it’d be, because you like the idea of me reddening your butt, don’t you? Once I’m home, I’ll lay you over my lap and spank your ass before I fuck it.”
“Warrick,” I say, intending it to sound like a chide, not the breathy whine it comes out as.
“Fuck, Verity. Now all I can think about is my handprints on your cheeks as I push my dick into your tight ass.”
“Warrick,” I say again, desperately.
“There’s nowhere private I can go or else I’d tell you to strip off your panties and show me exactly where my dick’s going to go the moment I walk through the door.”
“Stop,” I groan.
Chuckling softly, he smiles. “Fine, I’ll stop teasing. I’m serious, though, amore mio. Don’t ever ask permission to spend money on day-to-day stuff ever again. I got the card for you to use, not for it to sit in your purse and have you ask me if you can buy fucking gum.”
“I can’t just spend your money on whatever I want,” I say.
“I’m going to have to fuck you on your belly for a week when I get home, amore mio, because you won’t be sitting comfortably for a while,” he growls, his brows drawn together in frustration.
“I feel like I’m taking advantage of you,” I admit, being more honest with him than I’ve been since we met.
Sighing, he rubs at his dirty forehead with his equally dirty fingers. “You saying that shit makes me crazy mad when I’m not there with you. I fucking love you, Verity. Taking care of your needs is a fucking privilege, and it pisses me the fuck off when you make it sound like something dirty.”
His anger makes my stomach plummet and churn anxiously. “I’m sorry, I just…”
“No one has ever treated you the way you should be treated. I get that, amore mio, and I’m sorry that you’ve never had anyone to look after you. I fucking hate it. But I get it. So how about this; until you fully understand that it’s my job and my right as your man to look after you in every fucking way I see fit, we’ll set some money rules.”
I nod eagerly, hating that I’ve upset him, but appreciative of some guidelines.
“Anything you want to buy up to the value of a thousand dollars at a time, you can buy without asking me. I don’t give a fuck if you spend nine hundred and ninety-nine dollars and ninety-nine cents. If it’s under a thousand bucks, then buy it. Anything over a thousand dollars, we talk about. I’ll say yes, but we’ll talk about it first. Okay?”
“A hundred dollars, anything over a hundred dollars.”
Rolling his eyes, Warrick scoffs. “A thousand dollars, amore mio and not a penny less.”
“Warrick—”
“Enough, Verity,” Warrick snaps, raising his voice to me for the first time since we met. “I don’t want to fight over money. Athousand dollars, amore mio, and I don’t want you keeping track of how much you spend either.”
“But—”
“And if you ever fucking mention paying me back for spendingour money, you won’t get to come for a month. I’ll drive you mad; I’ll take a month off work and spend all my time edging you day in and day out. I’ll make you so desperate you won’t know what your own name is, because all you’ll be able to think about is the orgasms that I won’t allow you to have. I’m not joking about this, amore mio. You saying shit like that pisses me off. Do you understand?”
“Okay.”
“Good girl. Now rules for tonight,” he says, giving me whiplash with the change in his demeanor.
“Rules?”
