No more games.
No more games …
“This is my house,” I correct him, and he sighs.
“Get upstairs. Now.”
I move past him and up the steps, cursing as his cum drips hot down my inner thighs. We make it safely into the bedroom without encountering either Reba or Grey. Never in a million years would Reba want to see two naked bikers carrying handguns. Pretty sure Grey would rather claw his own eyes out than look at me with one of my lovers right now.
I set my weapon on the bathroom counter and start the shower, admiring the old claw-foot tub, and its fresh, white glaze.
Crown pauses behind me, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. Neither of us has bothered to turn any lights on.
“You did good today, Gidge,” he tells me, and while he doesn’t necessarily sound surprised, there’s a thread of pride in his voice that makes me smile. I’m not looking at him, so it doesn’t matter. Otherwise, I might try to hide it. “You up for more work tomorrow?”
“As long as you don’t treat me like an invalid for being pregnant,” I suggest, testing the water and finding it nice and hot and steaming. I should’ve realized there was something wrong with me a long time ago.
I like when the water burns; I like when it scalds me.
I love the pain.
I glance over my shoulder to find Crown’s face in the dark. He stares right back at me and shakes his head.
“You can break me down on some things, but not on this. You’re pregnant. I will treat you like a treasure whether you like it or not.”
I scowl at him and throw the curtain closed in his face.
He leaves me alone, but only for a second. A fucking second. And then the curtain is being wrenched back and he’s climbing in right beside me, grabbing me and kissing me in the hot, steamy spray.
If I thought it was bad before, when Crown was just my father’s righthand man, that was nothing.
I am in so much more trouble now with this man than I ever was before.
So, so, so much more.
Crown actually sleeps beside me in his big four-poster bed, one arm around my waist, my body tucked up against his. Or … at least, I think he sleeps? I don’t. I lie there and stare at the reading nook on the wall opposite me, barely visible in the darkness.
I like it here.
No, no, I love it here.
In this house, tucked up against Crown, in his bed.
And I don’t ever get anything that I want without paying a hefty price in return.
I must doze off eventually because when I wake up, Crown is gone, and annoyingly bright sunshine is streaming through the slats in the wood blinds. With a grumble, I shove up from the bed and open the blinds, just so I can look outside and see how bad the sky is today.
It’s hazy with smoke, worse than yesterday.
That’d be just my luck, to finally break Crown’s resolve down, get him to admit that this really is my house, and then watch as it burns to the fucking ground. With a sigh, I look around for my phone and find it on the nightstand.
The emergency alert is still at level one. That’s good, right? It hasn’t been rescinded or downgraded but staying stagnant works okay for me.
I dress myself in jeans and a black tank top with a huge skull on the front of it, slipping downstairs to find Beast in the kitchen. His jacket is draped over the chair on his right. I wonder if he retrieved it from the pile outside. God, I hope not.
I do my best to creep into the kitchen without him noticing, but at the last minute, he explodes out of the chair and grabs me by the wrists, slamming me into the wall just hard enough to teach me a lesson but without actually hurting me.
“It’s not just about the creak o’ the floor or the crush of leaves beneath your feet,” he explains as I struggle to catch my breath, as disturbed by the intensity of my attraction toward him as I am about getting caught. “You need to control your own body as well.”
Beast runs his tongue over his lip, studying my mouth before lifting that blue-eyed gaze to my face.
“Bend both knees, keep a low point of gravity for stability. When you start to walk, put all your weight on one foot then step forward slowly with the other. Put the outer part o’ the ball of your foot down first, rollin’ it down to the inner portion. Then come down with your heel.”
“What was I doing?” I whisper back, wishing that he would just say good morning, wife and kiss me already.
Beast snorts and rubs his stubble against my cheek, making me groan. You’d think I would’ve had enough, right? But somehow, I always want more.
