Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
"Did anyone ever tell you that you ask a lot of questions?"
"What's wrong with asking questions?" She narrows her eyes. "Do women usually just do what you tell them?"
"Usually." I'm a cop. Most people do what I tell them to do.
"Of course they do," she snorts, rolling her eyes. "I bet they fall all over themselves to do your bidding."
"Jealous?"
"Hardly." She rolls her eyes again and then jumps when I lay my hand on her thigh.
"I told you not to fuck with me," I mutter, squeezing gently. She jumps again. "I think you are jealous, but that's okay. I like knowing the thought of some other woman's hands on me bothers you."
"You would," she says, shaking her head.
I squeeze her thigh again and then just rest my hand there, unwilling to move it away. I love touching her. I love the way she reacts when I do.
"The thought of anyone touching you pisses me off," I say, surprised when a wave of possessive jealousy rolls through me at the thought. Fuck that. No one will be touching her but me. "Never felt that way before."
I don't sleep around. I'm not saying I'm a saint because I haven't been. But it's been years since I was last with anyone, longer than I can remember. I certainly never fucking cared what they were doing or with whom.
"There is no competition," I murmur after a moment. "I don't fuck around. I know a lot of cops do, but that's not me. It's been years since I was last with anyone." I glance from the road to Ivy, meeting her gaze. "I barely remember her. I certainly never wanted to bury anyone who even thought about touching her. That's just you, kitten."
Ivy swallows, staring at me like she's not sure what to say. I see the brief flash of delight in her eyes though. She likes knowing I feel possessive of her. She loves knowing she's the only one.
We ride in silence for several moments, making our way around the edges of the Tenderloin district. The apartment complexes and motels we pass are all run down and falling apart. Sheets and towels cover the windows instead of curtains, with boarded up windows visible in several places. Broken down cars litter the street. Trash is discarded here and there, with homeless men and women drifting around in small groups. A prostitute works one corner, teetering on precariously high heels in a dress that barely covers her pussy. The bottoms of her ass cheeks are on full display.
Ivy averts her gaze when we roll to a stop at the sign beside her.
"You're blushing," I murmur.
"Her ass is hanging out of her dress," she whispers, her cheeks scarlet.
I laugh quietly, chasing the blush down her cheek with the tip of my finger. "You're so fucking cute. So innocent."
"I'm not innocent." She rolls her eyes at me again.
I smile and then roll through the stop sign. "You never did answer my question last night."
"Funny how that works, isn't it?" She sasses, leaning back in her seat and closing her eyes. "You don't answer any of mine, either."
"Kitten," I mutter under my breath.
She ignores me.
"Are you submissive?"
Her eyes pop open. "I told you I'm no―"
I arch a brow, smirking at her.
She gulps, snapping her mouth closed with an audible click. She doesn't finish the sentence. We both know she can't.
"Admit it," I say, pitching my voice low as I stop at the next corner. "The thought of giving up control in the bedroom turns you on. You crave it."
"I―" She huffs. "How do you know?"
"So innocent," I say again, amused.
Her eyes pop wide open. She sits bolt upright. "I'm a virgin," she blurts, a panicky edge to her voice. "I'm not into BDSM. I don't like pain. It's not sexy."
She's a virgin? Ah, fuck. I'm going to hell for talking to this girl the way I have. And yet I'm not even remotely sorry about it. A little dirty talk doesn't compare next to the kinky shit I'm going to teach her…and I will be teaching her. Every fantasy she has, I'll be bringing to life.
"Relax, kitten," I murmur, massaging the back of her neck. "I'm not a Dom, and I'm not into pain either."
"Oh, okay." She exhales a breath. "That's good then."
She doesn't sound so sure about that.
"Doesn't mean I won't turn your ass red if you fuck with me," I growl, squeezing her neck gently. "Or that I won't tie you up and fuck you until you can't take any more." When I'm in her, I'm going to wring her dry. I may not be a trained Dom, but it doesn't mean I don't know how to give her what she needs. She'll know nothing but pleasure in my arms.
She moans quietly.
"You'll love every minute of it," I promise.