Royally Chosen Christmas (Royal Sons MC #7) - Elle Boon Page 0,51
a sick jealousy that someone had been so close to her, had known the reason behind her choice, and he hadn’t. “You can calm her chaos, but you’ll never chase away her storm. Why do you think you’re a storm, baby?” He’d known her for all of her twenty-three years. Some might think he was robbing the cradle, or think it was fucked up him wanting a woman who grew up as his younger sister. To them, he gave zero fucks. She didn’t share an ounce of blood with him, but he’d bleed anyone who thought to come between them.
“Can we talk about it later?” She shivered under his touch, the diamond hard tips begging for him to pay them some attention.
He was loathed to drop the subject, knowing she was hiding something from him. “For now,” he agreed.
She called to him in so many ways, drawing out every possessive male part of him. He ran his palm back up until he reached her neck where he could see her pulse pounding. “Raise your arms over your head, pourri.”
Talena pressed her lips together, taking her time before she did as he said.
“Are you prepared to do as I tell you? If you want to be with me, to be my woman, you’ll have to understand there’s things I need from you. I’ve never brought a woman here, ever. Clearly, looking around, you can see I’ve had it fitted out for my needs and what I planned for when I did claim you.” He wasn’t going to pussyfoot around with her. She’d been his for years; she just hadn’t known it.
“You’ve never had a woman here, Hollywood? Please, pull the other one,” she muttered.
Not liking being called a liar, he got up on his knees, staring down at her. “I told you before I wouldn’t lie to you, and I expect the same from you. If I don’t want to tell you the truth about something, I’ll tell you so, but I will not lie.”
She blinked several times as if she was fighting tears. Hollywood wasn’t going to apologize for being harsh with her, not this time. He waited while she took his words in.
“I’m sorry. It’s my own insecurities that are getting the best of me.”
He nodded, running his eyes over her, loving the fact she hadn’t taken her arms down from above her head. “I want you to trust me to take care of you, not only here in this bed, but in all things. That’s my job as your man, your lover, your Dom.” He said the last, waiting, watching to see if she understood what he was saying.
“You want to control me.”
“It’s not just about control. I can control anyone with the right information. I want you to trust that I’ll always ensure your needs are taken care of above all else. I’m sure you think because you’ve watched that movie or read books you know what to expect, but that’s not real life, pourri. Real life isn’t so cut and dry. There’s not a manual that says we have to do A through Z. However, there is one very important thing that I won’t bend on, and that’s you obeying me when I tell you to do something. Especially if it’s about your safety, you will listen, or I’ll fire your sexy ass to a red that you’ll have a hard time sitting without remembering the feel of my hand.”
“And I have to call you Sir?” she whispered.
He noticed she wasn’t running from him screaming, but her eyes were dilated with need. “That’s up to you. I gave you options. Which is a first for me.”
“Stop comparing me to other women, Sir,” she spat.
He tweaked the nipple closest to him, making her yelp that quickly turned into a moan. Oh yeah, his little brat liked it a little rough. “There is no comparison, pourri. Any woman before you, are forgotten. Not that I ever disrespected them, but I can’t remember a single one with you standing before me.”
She snorted, pursing her lips together. “My legs are kind of warm, Sir.”
Oh, his little pourri was really pushing her limits, referring to the childish pants on fire was her way of trying to top from the bottom. Hollywood was willing to play games, loved them in fact, but he was also going to have to start how he meant to go on. He decided talking was overrated, and while his cock was dying to be released, he needed