Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
“You really care about me,” she whispered.
“Fuck, Maeve, I fucking love you.” He stood up and paced back and forth as she leaned back. “I’m not good at this shit, all right? You said you wanted a different sort of proposal. Well, I don’t do romantic shit. I’d probably just fuck it up. When I got to your apartment and you weren’t there . . . I was ready to tear the fucking city apart. And you . . . I was going to tip you over my knee as soon as I found you, redden that ass until you were unable to sit for a week, then tie you to the fucking bed until you agreed to be mine for running from me.”
“I didn’t run. Not from you.”
“I know that now, girl. Didn’t know it then. I was mad as hell at you and now I feel guilty for that.”
“Don’t. Don’t feel guilty, you didn’t know about . . . about him.”
“Know this . . . from now on you are mine, I am yours. There is none of this sex buddy shit. You will tell me everything, and I do mean everything. I might not know how to be in a relationship, but I know what I want . Every. Fucking. Thing.”
She let out a breath. “Thank God. Because that’s what I want too.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“You look like you don’t believe me.”
“Just not sure you’re ready for my level of possessiveness, girl.”
“Yeah?” She challenged. “Maybe you’re not ready for mine. Because with every step I took away from you, the pain grew and grew until I thought I was going to explode. I knew what I wanted . . . that I needed you . . . only I had no clue how to even find you. I asked Isaiah to look for your contact details so I could call you . . . to explain . . . but I knew it wouldn’t be enough. Nothing but you would be enough.”
“You know . . . I thought that would annoy me.”
“What?” she asked with a frown. “Me telling you that I want you?”
“You challenging me. Giving me sass. Never thought I’d find someone I wanted to be with . . . but when I let myself consider it, I figured I’d want someone who followed my every word with a yes, sir.”
“Really? You thought that was what you wanted?”
“Yes, I mean, I thought I’d want a girl who was very, very obedient.”
Was he . . . was he even for real right now? She was beginning to rethink this whole thing.
Then she saw his lips twitch.
“Wait . . . wait . . . stop the press. Are you making a joke?” She gaped at him.
Had pigs started flying?
“I never joke, girl. At the club, I only played with subs who knew that I required total obedience.”
“At the . . . at the Edge?” what was he talking about? And she really didn’t like hearing him talk about other women.
Made her want to get violent and Maeve was not a violent person. Well, okay, she tried not to be. Sometimes a girl was pushed too far.
Like when she had to stab her stalker.
Don’t think about it. You cannot fall apart here.
“No, not that sort of club.” He leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of her body. “A BDSM club.”
“Are you . . . are you saying that you’re a Dom?”
“Yep, baby, I am. And you’re a Little, aren’t you?”
28
Gray knew it was a risk, bringing it up like this. And not exactly the place to do it. But he couldn’t hold himself back.
For the first time in a long time, he felt the urge to take care of someone. To be their everything.
Maybe some aspects of being a Daddy Dom didn’t exactly come naturally to him. Perhaps he’d always be shit at the more emotional stuff. But he’d try.
That had to fucking count, right?
Hell, maybe he could read a book or something on it.
“Grumpy bear, what are you thinking about?” Maeve asked, looking concerned.
“Reading a book on how to care for a Little’s emotions.”
Her entire face softened. “You want to care for my emotions?”
“Yes. I suppose so.”
“What makes you think I’m a Little?”
“There have been a few clues. But mostly because you were calling me Daddy earlier. When you were first waking up here.”
“Oh. Yikes. I did?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Sorry.”
She tried to scratch her cheek but he grabbed her hand, giving her a stern look.
“Do not say sorry. I like you calling me Daddy.”
“You . . . you do?” she asked, a look of wonder filling her face.
“Yes.”
“You’re a Daddy Dom.”
“I’ve never been in a relationship with a Little,” he admitted. “Never imagined I would. Not sure I’ll make a good Daddy Dom. But I want that dynamic. With you.”