Royally Chosen Christmas (Royal Sons MC #7) - Elle Boon Page 0,49
all of me for more than a sating of lust, then you can go sleep in one of my guest rooms. I’ll keep you safe, even from me. Tomorrow we’ll figure out where we go from here, and—I’ll let you walk away with someone else watching your back.” That was a fucking lie. He’d be the one making sure she was safe and kill any fucker who dared harm her.
“You wanted me when I was seventeen?” She shifted on the bed, getting onto her knees so that she was closer to his height.
“Is that all you got from what I just said? Woman, did you listen to me?”
She put her hand over his lips, stopping him mid-sentence. “I wanted you too. I’ve always wanted you. God, I love you. Everything about you, I love. Even your bossiness, I love. I might screw up with the calling you Sir thing, but I think I might like the spanking,” she whispered.
He nipped one of her fingers over his mouth, making her gasp. “You think, do you? I think we should find out.” Not giving her a chance to assimilate his words, he quickly gathered her into his arms, sitting down with her draped over his thighs, that ass he fucking dreamt about wiggling on his lap. He placed one hand over her back, holding her in place as he brought the other down over the jean covered globes. “Settle down, T, or I promise, you won’t like your punishment.”
“Why am I being punished?” She swiveled slightly, glaring up at him.
“You lied. You were racing in an illegal race that was so damn dangerous you could’ve been killed. You made an enemy of a very volatile man, who appears to want to harm or kill you at the very least.” With each transgression, he landed three swats to each cheek, the crack of his palm loud in the quiet room. “You pulled into a gas station filled with a gang of degenerates, alone. You defied my wishes and lied to my face. You scared me,” he whispered the last, rubbing his palm over her ass when he finished the punishment, doing his own mental count of ten.
“I’m so...sorry,” she cried.
He pulled her up, settling her on his thighs and used his thumbs to brush the tears from her cheeks. “Not half as sorry as I’d have been if anything had happened to you.”
She took a deep shuddering breath, staying silent.
“Are you okay?” He didn’t give her a chance to pick a safeword. For them, the rules were going to be different. She was his to protect and he needed her to trust he’d never allow anything or anyone to harm her, not even himself.
“I didn’t scream red so that should be a answer in itself.” She relaxed against him, wincing slightly.
“That’s good because you need to trust that I will never go too far without having a safeword. But if you feel like you need one, then by all means, red it will be.” They’d work up to a level of trust where she wouldn’t need one.
“So, are you going to do more?” she asked shyly.
His dick jumped at her question. “Oh, baby, I’m going to do so much more.”
“You’ll have to tell me what to do. Not that I’m a virgin or anything,” she stammered.
He narrowed his eyes, hating the image of her and any other man together, which was absolutely absurd since he’d fucked more women than he cared to count. Yet he still wanted to know the names of the men she’d been with so he could hunt them down and kill them. Barbaric? Absofuckinglutely, but he was honest enough to admit it.
“Hollywood Haven, you stop thinking of all the ways you’re going to dismember the men I slept with, right this minute.” She poked him in the chest. The action was like poking a sleeping bear.
He stood with her in his arms, dumping her in the middle of the bed. “I’ll think about it.”
What he’d think about, he didn’t say. Think about killing the nameless faceless men, or think about not killing them? It was still up for debate. Right then, what he decided to focus on was getting the gorgeous woman lying so innocently on his bed, a bed he’d never had another woman naked. Placing one knee on the bed, he crawled to where she lay until he straddled her body. “I don’t want to talk about other men or women anymore. Tonight, is about you and