Royally Chosen Christmas (Royal Sons MC #7) - Elle Boon Page 0,48
thought it was Angela? And let me reiterate, if you lie to me, I’ll know it, and there’ll be consequences.” She’d learn he said what he meant, and he meant what he said.
“What do you mean?” she asked instead of answering him.
He shook his head, knowing he was going to have to show her he meant business. Before she could say another word, he bent, putting her over his shoulder, swatting her sweetly rounded ass with his palm. Her startled yelp brought a grin to his lips.
“What the hell, Scott?”
“That’s the first rule I told you. We’ll discuss more once we get to the bedroom. You sure you’re not hungry, because I plan to have you tied up for a while?” He left the kitchen area, lights coming on in each space they entered. With the home being built into the hill, most would expect it to be dark, but he’d made sure the entire place appeared light and airy, selecting colors and textures that were smooth and clean, like white and several shades of gray, along with other variations of light colors that fit in well with the clean aesthetic and added lots of recessed lighting.
“Sir, you want me to call you Sir?” She slapped his back, growling angrily.
“You’ll need to learn discipline, but that’s a start,” he agreed, swatting her two fast slaps on each butt cheek, knowing she’d feel the sting. He couldn’t wait to see his mark on her flesh.
“That hurt,” she cried.
He chuckled, feeling her squirm on his shoulder, not from pain he was sure. “Bullshit, baby girl. You and I both know that you’re lying.” He dumped her on top of his custom-made bed, watching her bounce slightly as he stood above her. Oh yeah, she was flushed with arousal and a little embarrassed. They’d work on the latter first. “What did I tell you about lying to me?”
Talena shifted backward slightly until the backs of her knees were on the edge of the bed. He gripped her thighs, sliding his fingers between the both of them, eyes locked with hers as he pressed her legs apart. “Answer me, T.”
“You said there would be consequences. How do you know I’m lying though?” She licked her lips, first the top, then the bottom.
“First, I can tell because I know you, baby girl. Second, I know because I can see your excitement written all over your body. See this lovely color.” He moved until he was between her spread thighs and trailed his fingers up her legs along her ribs on each side until he reached the place on her chest where her shirt gaped. “You blush beautifully,” he told her.
“Mom could always tell when I wasn’t being truthful because of that unfortunate trait as well,” she groused, poking her lower lip out.
Oh, he was onto what she was trying to do. He’d let her too. He wasn’t a Dom who didn’t like a sub with a little bratty tendency, to a point. However, he’d also show her what he did when she pulled that shit with him. “I really love your lips. Have I told you that, mon pourri?”
“Did you just call me your brat?” Her eyes narrowed on him.
“Mmm,” he answered.
Hollywood was done talking. It was time he showed Talena he meant business. Besides his dick was screaming at him to be free and had been for the past hour or so. “I’m going to ask you one last question, and your answer is going to decide how we move forward. I want you, mon pourri. Not for only tonight or in my bed. Although I will have you here, but forever. I’m not playing games, but that is something I enjoy as well. Just not the games that you might be used to. What I’m saying is this”—he took a deep breath, holding her gaze while he continued.—“I’ve had many women, and I’m not saying that as a way to brag. I’m telling you because I need you to know I know who and what I want, and that is you. I knew when you were seventeen that you would be mine. It took everything in me to let you grow up and spread your wings. I had to leave the country so that I wouldn’t fucking act on the needs of a man who was too fucking old to do the things I wanted. Now the only thing that would stop me from claiming you is you. If you don’t want me,