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33. Edward
She's testing me—there's no way she's being serious, is there? Havoc's fiery eyes burn; they're demanding and making me want to drag her to the fucking bed and chain her up. Little Havoc is a brat; that much I know. I'm dying to tame her. To have her let me tame her. Fuck.
"Baby Havoc, what is the meaning of this?" I stand up, taking another drag from my cigarette before I crush it into the crystal bowl. "Are you mocking me, sweetheart?" My eyes narrow at her—at the terry-cloth white robe that makes her look incredibly innocent even though I've been told about how grown men weep at the touch of her simple riding crop.
"What do you mean?" She cocks her head to the side, freshly washed strands of hair sliding down her face. I can't hold back anymore, so I run my fingers through the mass of dark wet locks until they're all pushed back again. So fucking delectable; so fucking gorgeous with her eyes sparkling mischievously. Seeing Havoc like this—careless and playful—is like watching her come alive again. It's almost as pretty as watching her fall apart at my touch—on my cock.
I chuckle as I let out a deep breath and circle her like a prey before I stand behind the couch she's sitting on. My hands brace onto soft shoulders until she squares them and stretches her neck, giving me a view of her cleavage where the material of her robe splits apart. My cock swells at the sight of her, at the thought of sliding my fingers down.
My hand has a mind of its own as it slides up her shoulder, meeting the silky flesh of her throat. I can feel her pulse—heart thundering where my thumb rests on her skin—and I hear her breathing pick up when I apply some pressure. It's about time I play with her the right way.
"Color?" I ask, my voice a coarse whisper. Havoc releases a shaky breath, dainty hands fisting the part of the robe that covers her thighs until she calms down at the sound of my voice. There's a beat of silence, a few seconds that make me wonder if I'm going too far, if I'm pushing her limits too hard. Then I'm reminded limits exist to be tested; boundaries are made to be explored and to dance on the edges of. Just when I'm ready to give in, to let go, she takes a deep breath and her fingers relax, go slack onto the tops of her thighs and meet in the middle where she clasps them on top of each other.
"Green, Sir." Her head is down, straight back as her chest rises and falls with steady breaths.
Fuck, my cock is ready to burst out of my fucking jeans.
I grip her tighter, elongate her pretty neck, and bend down to kiss her underneath her jawline. Her eyes close as she gives in to her body—to me—and complies with each and every thing I'm doing right now. Havoc's head falls to the side, granting me better access, and I bite the soft, sensitive spot that makes her shiver.
"Want me to show you how enlightening I can be, princess?" I growl into her ear. I'm inches away from her, and I smell her fresh body wash. I want to taste her again; feel her cream on my tongue as she grips my hair. But right now, she doesn't need that. She didn't ask for that. I let go of her throat, flingers dancing onto alabaster skin until I'm at her hairline, sliding through several tiny knots until I grasp a fistful at the back of her head. My actions make her arch her back more, tits jutted out with nipples hard as diamonds beneath the fluffy robe. One shoulder slides down, uncovering her a little more—more flesh that blushes at my touch. I yank her hair and she groans, a noise that sets my body aflame instantly.
I watch her body language—the way she holds her own hands tightly and her breathing shallow as she squirms in her seat like a little kitten. She fucking loves this.
"How about I let my cock enlighten you, huh?" I caress her pouty mouth with the fingers of my free hand, and she licks them eagerly, making me grunt as her little tongue swirls around two of my fingers before biting them. I slide them inside her mouth, deep and hard so she gags. The sounds she makes are straight-up coming from heaven, making my balls heavy. I fuck her mouth with my fingers until her eyes are tearing up a bit, and when I pull them out, she licks up the spit she left on my hand.
Her eyes are so alive when she looks at me—eyes big and so deep I feel like I'm glancing at her soul.
"Let me fuck that mouth of yours, little bratty baby Havoc." I tilt her head back with my fingertips, so she looks at me upside down. The sash of her robe gives out, allowing me an eyeful of milky skin that makes my mouth water. She sits up even straighter now, leans her head back farther before she opens her mouth. It's wide, so fucking inviting, so I fumble with the buckle of my belt before I lose the pants and they drop to the floor. My cock is so hard it almost hurts, and the way she sticks out her tongue willingly makes me want to fucking weep. I cradle the side of her face and stare into her eyes as she watches me stroke my cock for her.
"Please," she starts. "If you think that'll teach me a lesson…"
"You tap my thigh twice if you need me to stop—understood?"
"Yes," she breathes, eyes drifting back to mine for a second before she appears to be fascinated by my dick again. I slap her cheek, softly, before she realizes her mistake.
"Yes, Sir."
God fucking help me.