Total pages in book: 165
Estimated words: 166103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 831(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 166103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 831(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Fuck.
If playing by the rules meant that they couldn’t take care of their girl properly, then he had no interest in following them.
Not that he ever had.
He picked her up, cradling her in his arms. Was she meant to be this light? He carried her into the bathroom and set her down on the counter. Reaching back, he turned on the light. At least they’d be less likely to be interrupted in here.
He turned the lock. She stiffened, staring at him.
“Scared, baby girl?”
“Of you?” She looked surprised. “No. I’m not. I like when you touch me. It makes me feel good.”
Fuck. He liked hearing that.
He stepped between her legs, pushing them apart so her pussy was pressed to his stomach. He swore he could feel her heat.
Fuck.
He needed a taste. Just one.
But her care came first. At least, that’s what Beck had always drummed into him.
Care first.
Kinky times second.
Then some care again after kinky times.
“So, are you saying that you trust me?” he asked.
“I wouldn’t be here with you like this if I didn’t.”
“Say it,” he demanded, pressing into her.
“I trust you.”
“That’s my good girl.” He moved his hands along her thighs and up her stomach. She sucked in a breath. Cupping one breast, he wrapped his other hand lightly around the front of her throat before pulling her in for another kiss.
Part of his brain was screaming at him that she’d been traumatized today. That he needed to take more care.
But he wasn’t the guy she should go to if she needed gentle. He should call Beck or Hux.
Yeah. Nope. Not happening.
She was his right now.
And he could be a selfish asshole when he wanted to be.
Pulling back to look into her eyes, he smiled. “You’re such a well-behaved baby girl, aren’t you? Trusting me.”
She swallowed heavily and he stepped back, keeping his gaze on her. “Stay where you are.”
He turned on the shower and let it run, spinning back to find her sitting exactly where she was.
“So obedient.”
She narrowed her gaze at him. “Not always. Don’t get any ideas.”
“I don’t mind if you’re a bit naughty. Let’s get you out of these clothes.”
He undid the buttons of her shirt, which was looking worse for wear. He drew it off and she was left wearing just a small camisole. He frowned as he saw a long, angry-looking scratch over her shoulder.
“Did Obian treat this?” he asked, lightly tracing it.
“Treat what?” She glanced down. “Oh, I didn’t even see that.”
“You didn’t feel it?”
“No. I’ve been feeling kind of . . . numb.”
There was a strange note in her voice that he didn’t like. He reached for the bottom of her camisole, pausing to give her a moment to protest. But when she didn’t say anything, he drew it up. She was wearing a lacy white bra underneath and he cupped her breast, running his thumb over her nipple.
“Oh. Ohhh.” She squirmed on the counter, her eyes closing as her head went back.
“Stay still,” he ordered.
Her eyes opened and she stared at him in shock. “How?”
“You’ll figure it out, baby girl. Be good for me.” It was a warning and an order all in one.
She licked those plump lips, and he leaned down to tug at her lower one, nipping it and then licking to soothe the sting. She instantly started to relax. Did she like a little pain with her pleasure?
He worried she used pain in other ways. To release tension. Is that why she pushed herself to the breaking point when she went running?
That part he didn’t like.
Reaching behind her, he undid her bra, pulling it slowly down her arms to reveal her gorgeous breasts. They were plump and tipped with pink nipples. He cupped a breast, then leaned in to lightly lick across her nipple.
She sucked in a breath but stayed still.
“Well done,” he told her before taking her nipple into his mouth as a reward.
“Owen.” Her fingers tangled in his short hair, holding his head.
He drew back and she made a small noise of protest.
“Shh.” He lifted her down, standing her on her feet before crouching so he could draw down her pants. “You’ll get more soon. If you do as I say.”
“I will. I will.”
He felt a surge of satisfaction at her submission. It fed his soul. It had been a long time since he’d played—not that she was up to much tonight.
She stepped out of her pants as he tapped each foot. He looked up at her, taking in her flushed cheeks and glazed eyes.
“Spread your legs. Reach behind you and grasp hold of the counter.” She reached back, her knuckles white as she held on.
Then he took in the state of her knees. He ran a finger over a nasty graze on one. There was a bruise forming under it.
“How did you get these?” he asked. “Did someone push you over? Hux never said that.”